he good lord's blood is in my veins,
but not his kindness, and surely not his mercy
I'm crawling under his shadow
well i'm lurking in the brightest light
My wings, I have set them free to past,
like my eyes gazing
Now that death knocks at my door
she can't even speak my name
Now that death knocks at my door
she can't even speak my name
The blood in my hands
The blood in my wings
The blood in my faith
The blood in my bullets
Well you're my blood, my blood
cold as fire, hard as rain
Well you're my blood, my blood
cold as fire, hard as rain
The blood in my hands
The blood in my wings
The blood in my hands
The blood in my wings
Well you're my blood, my blood
cold as fire, hard as rain
Well you're my blood, my blood
cold as fire, hard as rain
