Texty: Outrun The Gun. The Way Out.

Cold is still here
And I'm halfway sure that there's some sort of reverence
That should be used in respect for the quiet
But not by me!
With all I am I swear you don't have to follow me
Where I'm going's not that far
She's out of arms reach and maybe thats a good thing
Out of excuses and lies
I can't believe that the one thing we were is destroyed
Who said that clocks should have hands?
Because the clock is a wrench
It twists the life out of the ones that we love
One... Two... Three...
All that matters is your name!
The fire can keep one warm, but only for a time
Instead this bottle has boiled the blood that You have saved

Father, You are the only One!
The only One!
Father, You are the only One!
You've shown me the way out of here!
Father!!!