Texty:
Salt The Wound Kill The Crown

[Instrumental]

One in our waistband. One in our right hand. We are coming out shooting. One in the torso. One through the forehead. We are coming out shooting. You

It won't be long till I come back, a week I swear. We are a challenge that I am willing to take. You are a promise that I will not break. You are a commitment

and part at my will. I own the sun. I can make my own endings. I have seen my end. The crown! My own fingers will break the jewels I create. I will kill the crown

I mean no disrespect. How can you say what you did. This is all so soon. For me its been a long time coming. And I can't stop running. This train won

You think that you can be here. And take what you want. No carnal repercussions. Will come your way. Think again. This will not go unpunished. Your sentence