Fair Warning

My trembling hands grew still
As I heard him bolt and lock the door
I heard the sickness in his heels
As he made his way across the concrete floor
I knew that he’d been drinkin’
And I knew that he was coming back for more
But you can’t put up a fight
If you don’t know what the hell you’re fightin’ for

See I’d have walked at the thought that I could crawl
But all I’d found was a cold revolving door
I’d been taught this way of life
Seen it all so many nights before
I can still hear him screaming
Through whiskey and a cold and ceaseless night
Girl you won’t be gone forever
You’ll just be a little harder to find

Those of you that know
The kind of hell that I’ve clawed my way through
Consider this fair warning
You’ll die if you don’t learn to fight for you

And I know that it’s been written
Forgive them; for they know not what they do
But it’s a shame to be the victim
Since the temple veil’s been torn clean in two
It’s a shame to be the victim
Since the temple veil’s been torn clean in two