Pocket Lyrics

Take these silver bullets, I don't need them now

Well I ran through this canyon, and they're laying me down

Sentimental words are for the pigs and cows

We're not allowed to find our fill



Killing times were not that bad

They kept us locked inside our heads

And after beating back the dread

We had to laugh cause every grain of sand

Had a supporting hand in what was said



And I said

That you're dead

And you deny it



Killing floor had metal slabs

The blood we lost fell through the cracks

The crowd that formed below us clapped

Their faces blank, and we just sat in line

And thought of better times, before the end



Before you left

Before you said

That you were faking it



And then I said

You're dead

And I said

That I was lying too