Polar. - The Dead Travel Fast Lyrics
Don't sound the sirens just yetNot to alarm you, we're being followedBury the hatchet. This isn't my heart attackDon't threaten to slit my throat,I need this jugular to talk to people like youYou're getting away with murderIt's like Russian Roulette.I'm losing all my bets.But as the saying goesKeep your friends close, your enemies closerKeep your friends close, your enemiesAnd while you were asleep I was collecting bruises