They got a quick nail
It’s just right to spine
I saw your face, and
It looked just like mine

You’re gone
You’re gone

The friends that hunt and hit
We’ll [?]
Without a scream when
We're tied to the last place
We took the last of you

You’re gone
You’re gone

I think I’m trusting
I think I’m trusting you
I think I’m trusting
I think I’m trusting you

I know I want the two of you
We’ll I can’t
I know I want to the two of you
Not two of you