Come take my hand and we'll walk into the woods This is my kingdom, now this is your home If you believe, sometimes pretend If you fight back, in the end You should shall see what is worth Other people's stories they are just like mine But for one thing, I did what they plan In my darkest hour I just kill a man With the silver bullet in the barrel of my gun. I should know better By the age of twenty-eight But I took the chance and I never once looked back When the sun climbs up over victoria hill I will stop and take the last breath Then they'll come for me