The Dead Travel Fast
Polar
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