Whiskey For The Soul

I've used your trust for target practice

I used your lust to fulfill mine

The buzzards pick at names I used to know

But my path is set and I will die alone

You should have ran me out when you had the chance

But now I'm here to stay

The man in black said boy don't take your guns to town

But I've never been one to listen to reason

This heart, these hands of treason

I gave my soul to this steel

Because a dead man feels no guilt

Gave purpose to the lifeless

To fill what can't be filled

I'll peak through broken fingers

Attempt to slant my view

Amazed by their indifference

Though I knew just what they'd do

They'll leave a hole in your chest

Before they lay you to rest

This town will never be the same

I've used your trust for target practice

I used your lust to fulfill mine

But I'm not ready

To take the credit for the work that they've done

The work that they've done

It was the guns, it was the guns

So wipe their stain from off my hands and see what they have done

[Tyler 'Telle' Smith:]

And I wanted you to know the truth

This is what I was born to do

And I can't explain what goes through my head

But when the dust clears,

you'll all be dead.

It was the guns, it was the guns

So wipe their stain from off my hands and see what they have done

I can feel them start to betray

I can feel them start to aim this way.