Crawling Up the Wrist

I’m your janitor today,
I do it for the pay and
Soak in the shadow
The pistol, a blade in trade

I use my hands to feel sane
It crawls out my heart, to my arm,
Up the wrist,
So close to your throat

Crawling
Crawling

No future in your flight
Savor you last few breaths
Oh I must be out of my mind,
Visions, Visions,
Visions of sparing your life.

I’m you janitor today
It’s the devil you must pay
Oh I must be out my mind
Visions of sparing your life

Crawling
Crawling

I’ll come, you’ll go
I’m made to take your life away,
Oh run away, away from me,
Oh mother, spare his life from me

I’ll come, you’ll know
I’m here to free your soul and uh,
Oh run away, away from me,
Oh father, spare his life from me.

I blow him away
And it’s sad
A life by death
Shhhhh you’re gonna to loose your life son

Put the gun away,
You don’t have to stay
Get out of my face!
Put the gun away!

Crawling

Hit man, hit man, hit man
Hit man God
Hit man, hit man, hit man,
Hit man God
Hit man, hit man, hit man,
Hit man God
Hit man, hit man, hit man,
Playing God

Time to Die
Time to Die

You’re gonna crawl.