Is your mind made up or willing To be changed or to stay true Are you primed to make the killing Or too scared to follow through When all the blood is spilling Will it be too real for you
When everything is hollow Holiness will call for you And I will have to follow Will all those silver dollars Be enough to see us through
Is your mind made up or willing To be changed or to stay true Are you primed to make the killing Or too scared to follow through When all the blood is spilling Will it pour right out of you