Letra da Música: Lady At The Gate - Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster

Not many run in with the blade.
Just always missing the worst but it always comes.
Praying to a savior you never loved.
They said you made it.
A few of us disagree.
Compliments of the red letter king.
You've made me numb and it's all my fault.
My, my I think I've become one of the weak.
Maybe I should be leaving give you quite the resting.
Forgotten what happiness feels like.
I'm the hypocrite you wrote about.