and these walls, they whisper
and these walls, they taunt and the mock
and these walls, the whisper and they say,
"old man, pack it in you can't stay here,
but you can never go home again,
if not to burn a bridge or bury a friend"
i won't relent, with blood on my teeth and blood on my hands
it's my piece and i'm digging in,
because it's the last winter dance party
you can trade your seat, but you're still going down
it's the last winter dance party
make your peace, because we're all going down

my angel, as long as you breathe,
i'll dream to never sleep
until the devil takes me, until the devil do
and when he do, i'll make that fucker dance, singing sweet songs of you