"The Dead Travel Fast"
Not to alarm you, we're being watched.
Don't sound the sirens just yet
Not to alarm you, we're being followed
Bury the hatchet. This isn't my heart attack
Don't threaten to slit my throat,
I need this jugular to talk to people like you
You're getting away with murder
It's like Russian Roulette.
I'm losing all my bets.
But as the saying goes
Keep your friends close, your enemies closer
Keep your friends close, your enemies
And while you were asleep I was collecting bruises