Cabin Fever

Ghosts hang around
Calling out of this room
And the stray arrows
Keep following you
Pull the pin
Blown up out of this scene
Well then you die you fucking animal
So just let it be

Head in a hole
Drink from the disease
And we'll call you back here
Take it from me
Hand it down
Like a good criminal
Then we'll both go out together
To the gates down below

Stand in line
Broken glass at my feet
And the man in the mirror
Keeps staring at me
Just a thought
And this line has already been used
Yet here we are again
To play the yellow and blues



Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Lombard
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