It's six o'clock in the morning
You know the ghosts are haunting
My heart is like a coffin
When a coffin is wide open
Here in the blood
Here in the noose
Here I am
But, God damn, where are you?
Things will never be this way again
I was a killer before
And I might still be
I've broke horses before
One more probably wouldn't
Even mean much to me
I once was a cage
That held you in