Come, Take My Hand
Let Us Walk For A While
Your burden of pain
Replaced with a smile
Never So Far, Only So Close
As you melt in your false cradle belowFor The Peddlers Of Death
Always Come Calling One More Time
Bearing promises of feeling fine
For The Peddlers Of Death
Always Come Calling One More Time
Bearing promises of feeling fineSo called friends
are running loose
Draining you whole
Til you're of no use
Letting go of things you need most
Son,
Early Wish
Early grave
Early ghost
For The Peddlers Of Death
Always Come Calling One More Time
Bearing promises of feeling fine
For The Peddlers Of Death
Always Come Calling One More Time
Bearing promises of feeling fine
For The Peddlers Of Death
Always Come Calling One More Time
Bearing promises of feeling fine
For The Peddlers Of Death
Always Come Calling One More Time
Bearing promises of feeling fine
