I hear those voices calling...
"Take your life"
I cannot take this lying down...
NO!
Standin' alone through the soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
In time. In vain.
I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
It's worth one last stand before the gates of hell!