In Your Debt

Peering into the fog sneaking by armed guards Walking the tree line awaiting your call Imperfect strangers with a mutual distress That night we were giants like the ones you scoffed Fearing the devil because he's in your head But he's in all of us so take what you want Shaking, quivering Iron gates opening Hell's choir here to sing And when the night is done I'll leave and I'll always be gone