Lost in the woods of a dream
Call it an American one but we couldn't be further from home
So we rode, in the search of a place to rest our bloodshot eyes
But everything has a price to pay, everything has a price to pay
In the face of a stranger there was no sympathy to be found
So we'll draw from the innocence
Don't make me regret this
Mark the lines, right now
Mark the f*cking lines
We have been double crossed
Let the pain begin
Mark the lines whats done is done, we have been double crossed
Everything has a price to pay don't make me regret
This was never the way, still no answer
Will you stand by me when I collapse