Don't Run
I draw you in to the ether alone and all the while I plan to cut your throat
A single bullet in a revolver gun. you're spinning the cylinder around and around
I got my sights on you. I am the hangman, you're in my noose
Fear is in you like a cancerous lung. And now you can't scream poor little lamb
I saw a sign, I saw an omen. I saw you coming way down from the mountain
You know I'm on to you. you are the murder, I am the killing moon
Whatever you do, don't run
I circle around you with a ravenous tongue. Talons hold you in the palm of my hand
I can almost taste you. I am the carnivore. you are the food
Whatever you do, don't run
Autor(es): The Blackwater Fever
