Lonewolves

From a victim to a friend

Don't ever let them in keep

Your scars on your sleeve and your heart in your hands

All the whores with their wars

Their gaping mouths want more

All of them choke on regret

We sit in silence

Dead or dedicated

Alive or medicated

A coward queen or harlot

Heart, it's up to you

This world owes you nothing

This world owes me nothing

This world owes us nothing but a hard road to walk

These mountains that we climb is everything they've lost

This world owes us nothing but a hard road to walk

These mountains that we move are everywhere we look

It's all up to me and you