Mercenaries

[First Verse]

Can you come on, out of the cold

How do we make it out alive

Get a weapon, locking the door

Staying awake to stay alive

Kill the fallen, knife in the back

Plan of attack, a beady eye

As you follow, head out the pack

Flood out the rat and stab em' dry

Got ya' come on, going in deep

Falling asleep, an open door

Get the ballast, crawl up the coast

Pull on the neck and cut the cord

Can you hold it, get me a rope

Combing the lake to find your  god

Like a bullet, follow the smoke

Gather the snake and cut it off

[Pre-Chorus]

Ghosts harrowing front lines

On a lonely cove

And they left behind

A bit of sorrow

[Chorus]

You didn't need to count me out

When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes

You didn't need to count me out

When you're feeling low, here's a little hand from above

Cause you're on my mind

[Second Verse]

You kinda got it, further a cause

Broaden the reach, a little pain

Like a comet, burn up and die

Hear a pin drop a mile away

Like a disease, move with a tease

Glide of the feet, an atom bomb

As you're dying, both of your knees

Fall to the street and carry on

[Pre-Chorus]

Ghosts harrowing front lines

On a lonely cove

And they left behind

A bit of sorrow

Ghosts harrowing front lines

On a lonely cove

And they left behind

A bit of sorrow

[Chorus]

You didn't need to count me out

When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes

You didn't need to count me out

When you're feeling low, here's a little hand from above

Cause you're on my mind

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]

You didn't need to count me out

When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes

You didn't need to count me out

When you're feeling low, here's a little hand from above

Cause you're on my mind

You didn't need to count me out

(Ghosts harrowing front lines on a lonely cove)

When the final push is a little weight on your neck sometimes

(And they left behind a bit of sorrow)

You didn't need to count me out

(Ghosts harrowing front lines on a lonely cove)

When you're feeling low, here's a little hand from above

Cause you're on my mind

(And they left behind a bit of sorrow)