Mark the Lines

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 fucking 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