Текст The Ballroom Thieves – Can’t Cheat Death

Hands to your hymnals
Hell’s at the door
It bellows and it growls and it roars
I was snared by a sickness

Ooh-ooh-ooh…
I spilled blood in the water
Then let the storm roll in
I put my hands in the fire
Watched my welcome wear thin
Salt in my wounds and spit in my eye
I burned the path you walk on
And I let none survive

We are painted with the fear that if
The sea recedes it never comes back
But there are two things I know for sure

I will be free
I will be free
I will be free
And you can’t cheat death
Can’t cheat death
Can’t cheat death
Can’t cheat death

Head full of poison
The devil in your heart
You’re a dark toothed liar
And you’re caught up in smoke
Pour acid in your glass

I ain’t your savior
I ain’t your saint
I cut the rope you keep me on
And I dug up your grave
You’re envious of ghosts
And where their hands have been
You got no marrow in them bones
Just trouble and sin

We are painted with the fear that if
The sea recedes it never comes back
But there are two things I know for sure

I will be free
I will be free
I will be free
And you can’t cheat death
Can’t cheat death
You can’t cheat death
Can’t cheat death
You can’t cheat death
Can’t cheat
Can’t cheat death
Can’t cheat death
Can’t cheat