From the recording American Rome

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Lyrics and Music written and produced by Scott Callahan

Lyrics

There is darkness creeping, I can hardly see
I am not prepared, this battle cannot be won
I must find the courage, it is too late to flee
The bullets are loaded, my hand upon my gun

The ravens are staying to watch it go down
The doors are locked, the windows are sealed
I knew that I would never escape this town
They are coming for me, there is no shield

Every man makes his own bed
Every man's choices seal his fate
The Powerful want me dead
I sinned enough to deserve their hate

I have always thought what happens at the end
I never regret, I would do it all the same
It is never the enemy, always the friend
This time it matters, no room for games

There is no more chances, I must take a stand
Ready to die, ready for the other side
Walk the walk, and don't give up this land
The women have already left, the children cried

Every man makes his own bed
Every man's choices seal his fate
The powerful want me dead
I sinned enough to deserve their hate

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want
I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you I will not haunt
Your rod comforts me until my last breath

Every man makes his own bed
Every man's choices seal his fate
The powerful want me dead
I sinned enough to deserve their hate.