Hunted down, eternally
On a path of thorns that's meant for me
The numbers 12, my enemy
The clock's the thief of memories
You will not see what you do not look for
Liars live, while the good ones die
The saddle's worn, nowhere left to ride
There's one in the chamber that's marked for you
This final fight I can't pull through
Lost in the fog
Pistol's drawn
You cannot see what you don't look for
There's no place left for me
My last and final battles for
Now I'm one of the last of a dying breed
Liars live, while the good ones die
The saddle's worn, nowhere left to ride
There's one in the chamber that's marked for you
This final fight I can't pull through
The Gunslinger
He's just a man
I'm coming and I'm bringing hell
The path is lined with tears that flood
The price of betrayal's paid in blood
Pay the man that feeds the beast
A human life a drop of hell
A marked man with nothing left to tell
Where this world ends you must begin
You cannot see what you don't look for
There's no place left for me
My last and final battles for
Now I'm one of the last of a dying breed
Liars live, while the good ones die
The saddle's worn, nowhere left to ride
There's one in the chamber that's marked for you
This final fight I can't pull through
Hunted down, eternally
(No one ever warned me)
On a path of thorns that's meant for me
The numbers 12, my enemy
(The price of betrayal's paid in blood)
The clock's the thief of memories
Gunslinger Video (MV)
Performed By: Divercity
Language: English
Length: 5:15
Written by: Alan Harris, Edward Page, Michael Page, Thomas Watt
Divercity - Gunslinger Lyrics
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Hunted down, eternally
On a path of thorns that's meant for me
The numbers 12, my enemy
The clock's the thief of memories
You will not see what you do not look for
Liars live, while the good ones die
The saddle's worn, nowhere left to ride
There's one in the chamber that's marked for you
This final fight I can't pull through
Lost in the fog
Pistol's drawn
You cannot see what you don't look for
There's no place left for me
My last and final battles for
Now I'm one of the last of a dying breed
Liars live, while the good ones die
The saddle's worn, nowhere left to ride
There's one in the chamber that's marked for you
This final fight I can't pull through
The Gunslinger
He's just a man
I'm coming and I'm bringing hell
The path is lined with tears that flood
The price of betrayal's paid in blood
Pay the man that feeds the beast
A human life a drop of hell
A marked man with nothing left to tell
Where this world ends you must begin
You cannot see what you don't look for
There's no place left for me
My last and final battles for
Now I'm one of the last of a dying breed
Liars live, while the good ones die
The saddle's worn, nowhere left to ride
There's one in the chamber that's marked for you
This final fight I can't pull through
Hunted down, eternally
(No one ever warned me)
On a path of thorns that's meant for me
The numbers 12, my enemy
(The price of betrayal's paid in blood)
The clock's the thief of memories
On a path of thorns that's meant for me
The numbers 12, my enemy
The clock's the thief of memories
You will not see what you do not look for
Liars live, while the good ones die
The saddle's worn, nowhere left to ride
There's one in the chamber that's marked for you
This final fight I can't pull through
Lost in the fog
Pistol's drawn
You cannot see what you don't look for
There's no place left for me
My last and final battles for
Now I'm one of the last of a dying breed
Liars live, while the good ones die
The saddle's worn, nowhere left to ride
There's one in the chamber that's marked for you
This final fight I can't pull through
The Gunslinger
He's just a man
I'm coming and I'm bringing hell
The path is lined with tears that flood
The price of betrayal's paid in blood
Pay the man that feeds the beast
A human life a drop of hell
A marked man with nothing left to tell
Where this world ends you must begin
You cannot see what you don't look for
There's no place left for me
My last and final battles for
Now I'm one of the last of a dying breed
Liars live, while the good ones die
The saddle's worn, nowhere left to ride
There's one in the chamber that's marked for you
This final fight I can't pull through
Hunted down, eternally
(No one ever warned me)
On a path of thorns that's meant for me
The numbers 12, my enemy
(The price of betrayal's paid in blood)
The clock's the thief of memories
Writer: Alan Harris, Edward Page, Michael Page, Thomas Watt
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid