Dark Days - Sam Tinnesz
Lyrics by:Sam Tinnesz/Kurt Goebel
Composed by:Sam Tinnesz/Kurt Goebel
Produced by:Kurt Goebel
There's a chill in the shadows
And there's blood on the trails
Will we live through tomorrow
Are we destined to fail
We're staring down a smoking gun
No one's left standing here but us
These are dark days
And they're blacking out the sun
It's a cold game
There's nowhere left to run
They cut like a killer
Then heal like a friend
The taste is so bitter
And the pain never ends
Sometimes you think the storms are done
But then they've only just begun
These are dark days
And they're blacking out the sun
It's a cold game
There's nowhere left to run
There's nowhere left to run
The deeper we go
The harder it gets
Body and soul
We walk with the dead
The deeper we go
The harder it gets
Body and soul
We walk with the dead
These are dark days
And they're blacking out the sun
It's a cold game
There's nowhere left to run
There's nowhere left to run
There's nowhere left to run
There's nowhere left to run