Letra da Música: A Hand With The Devil - Dead on Broadway

And in this moment, I walk your lonely grave
Alive, but barely here
And in the shadows, I embrace your dead face
A lie, so very clear

She'll sell me a sweet line
And of them I am positive
And if i tried, I'd die
And if I lied, to shortcut the straight line
I'd make it out in due time, alive

Sticking it out in this condition
When all there is is repetition
Kill till sundown
Live till sundown

I'll dig up her lifeline,
And in it I am tenetive
And I saw signs of life
Follow your heart
And bury your face
Your voice has flatlined
No more flatlines....tonight

Sticking it out in this condition
When all there is is repetition
Kill till sundown
Live till sundown

This warmth

Sell my soul for one more moment where
I can see her I can see her

Take a step down, from what is real
To levitate my feet, to kill the deal.
Won't give it up

I'll steal her soul away, for the remaining days
To see if things will change, or stay the same
She won't hate me

Won't give it up, don't give it up