Rampage

It's no warmer now Hearing your breath in the fog Your blood runs dry At the cries of the guard dogs Too much to drown And nowhere to run This slow burn is up And the rampage is on You'd be lucky to find This was never about you Your hand on your heart, swearing yourself Away to my regime It's pointed right at you Can you hear the screaming Now calmly hand it over The search lights are gleaming Pretty lucky, pretty lucky I'll bet, I'll bet, you're pretty lucky Pretty lucky, pretty lucky I'll bet, I'll bet, you're pretty lucky (Did you catch me red-handed Did you trace back my blood Did you follow my footsteps That I trailed through the sludge Did you catch me red-handed Did you trace back my blood Did you follow my footsteps That I trailed through the sludge) You'd be lucky to find This was never about you Your hand on your heart, swearing yourself Away to my regime If they find us, they'll come Ripping through the scene So come and find me, come and find me I'll have my hands in the air