They cut the power to the lakeside cabin.
They killed the phone lines, too.
Covered the entries. Backed up by sentries.
This will all be coming to a head real soon.
We all said we’d be together ‘til the end
But the end’s right here, right now.
Our plans are grounded. We’ve been surrounded.
There is nowhere we can go so we’re going down.
We ain’t ever going back to jail, no. We would rather die.
But I know we’re fucked here, holed up on the inside.
We could kill ourselves and drown in our own blood but I say that’s chickenshit.
If we’re going to hell, we go with guns blazing. We make a run for it.
We’ve got to go. Pull the trigger and don’t look back.
We’ve got to go. Just keep running ‘til your world turns black.
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