Patrick Park - Bullets By The Door lyrics

Please don On me Oh Lord, In a fist of fire, ash and stone. As the whole world sleeps, On gold & silver sheets, I To anyone who stands, Ten times taller than a man, With winter teeth and snarl that block the road. Soon you By the hands of big and small, We And you will know. You To keep your head up to the stars. When you leave this earth, With too many scars. Try, To keep your head up to the stars. When you leave this earth, With too many scars. To anyone who knows, What They We don For God or truth, or right. But I still keep my bullets by the door. You To keep your head up to the stars. When you leave this earth, With too many scars. Try, To keep your head up to the stars. When you leave this earth, With too many scars.