Come, take my hand
Let us walk for a while
Your burden of pain
Replaced with a smileFor the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promisesFor the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promisesSo called friends
Are running loose
Draining you whole
'Til you're of no use
Letting go of things you need most
Early wish
Early grave
Early ghostFor the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promisesFor the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promisesCome, take my hand
Let us walk for a while
Never so far, only so close
As you melt in your false cradle below
For the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promisesFor the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promises
