Eastwood ain't got nothin' on me

This is a small town rebellion
With a growing body count
And this steady hand's a straight shot away from a down and out

This place of refuge has become a liar's throne
With eyes that rip and shred until i'm bare
The walls close in and i'm alone
In the lion's lair

(they'll get what they know they deserve)
In times of currency can loyalty mean anything to them?
(it's time we, we make our mark)
This time they, they've gone too far
(i don't need this)

I'll go to town and take out everyone
Those bastards, they aren't getting out… alive
And it's a false sense of accomplishment
That keeps me here

This place of refuge has become a liar's throne
With eyes that rip and shred until i'm bare
The walls close in and i'm alone

In a moment, this all came undone

I'm sorry for what i've become
(a spineless wreck of my old self, a desperate worthless shell)
I'm sorry for what i've done
I'm alone
This is who i am