Rampage

It's no warmer now
Hearing your breath in the fog
Your blood runs dry
At the cries of the guard dogs

Too much to drown
And nowhere to run
This slow burn is up
And the rampage is on

You'd be lucky to find
This was never about you
Your hand on your heart, swearing yourself
Away to my regime

It's pointed right at you
Can you hear the screaming
Now calmly hand it over
The search lights are gleaming

Pretty lucky, pretty lucky
I'll bet, I'll bet, you're pretty lucky
Pretty lucky, pretty lucky
I'll bet, I'll bet, you're pretty lucky

(Did you catch me red-handed
Did you trace back my blood
Did you follow my footsteps
That I trailed through the sludge
Did you catch me red-handed
Did you trace back my blood
Did you follow my footsteps
That I trailed through the sludge)

You'd be lucky to find
This was never about you
Your hand on your heart, swearing yourself
Away to my regime

If they find us, they'll come
Ripping through the scene
So come and find me, come and find me
I'll have my hands in the air



Credits
Writer(s): Ashlea Senft
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