Drawing crosses on her skin   we saved ourselfs   set my standards tease your trends   felt the devil in her gears   and all the dead dogs that failed to cross her veins remain the astray   and the emptiness we filled   the cups of hate and torched her plains      drawing crosses on her skin   I saved myself   feeling up and dropping in   felt the devil in your gears   and all the tired tracks we laid across her back ramined the same   and the hollow sounds of blackened   clouds relieved your stagnant taste   I know I never promised a thing   and surrend ain't a part of your game   but honey I ain't taking the blame   you were the wind that set sail my sin   I reposes the consequence and take   just what I need... ten thousand feet of failure creep...   I'll bring you to your knees