comanche moon
black angels, the
so tired of all this misfortune
been wandering for most of the lies
they've stolen the land we've been roaming
i swear it's the end of the line
pale faces of death and destruction
we trusted with blind ambition
you promised with handshakes and lies
we're tired of all this bad fortune
been fighting for all of our lives
we'll reach into your socket
rip back your scalp as you cry