Fights and screaming in the streets that night
Insinuations all about my life
Armed and ready I was on the run
Up in the mountains I've got
Food and shelter I'm a loaded gun
Steal away into the hills
I'm not so sure that I enjoy this journey
They've got their guns to my head
I turn myself into the black of darkness
They chase their shadows instead
Took me to the place where the preacher lived
And he blessed my mission helped me get my grip
Back to the mountains for the
Codes and weapons and my boarder pass
Sheets of ice shards of broken glass
The hunt is on the chase is near
I always thought this was a crystal palace
Three fingers cling to an icy cliff
Looks like some change ahead