Shooting for that line
Between skin and bone
That'll get the gears turning like new

But the fuels running shy
Before the finish line
I swore we had enough at high noon

Now the suns going down
The shops are closed
I hope we find our way back soon

But what we don't know just might **** us
We've been stopped by the Devils smooth moves

Some eyes are sharp
Some heads are dropping back
And I'm caught in between the two

With the rig pulling out
I start my count
And keep walkin cause there's nothing left to do

The feelings mystic
But I think I'm getting sick
The grounds spinning round my boots

So hold me down while I'm taking off
Lend a friend a helping hand
Keep me up over the next few bumps
Feels like I'm walking in sand

If you swallow that, friend
It just might **** ya
Don't go mixing up the reds and the blues

The time will come
When the land will rise
And the sky will fall down to your shoes

If I'm here that day when the fighting ends
I still think peace will hard to find

Cause they don't know what they're fighting for
So the real wars all in the mind