Come take my hand and we`ll walk into the woods    This is my kingdom, now this is your home    If you believe, sometimes pretend    If you fight back, in the end    You should shall see what is worth       Other people`s stories they are just like mine    But for one thing, I did what they plan    In my darkest hour I just kill a man    With the silver bullet in the barrel of my gun.       I should know better    By the age of twenty-eight    But I took the chance and I never once looked back       When the sun climbs up over victoria hill    I will stop and take the last breath    Then they`ll come for me