Truce [Acoustic]

I've been running for the door keys in my hand but it's a moving target I can't focus on something in my brain has been pounding on the walls and I know this drum but I don't know this song it's something old something new fighting for some kind of truce and I hope I'll make it out in one piece as I lay down my pride been holding down the fort gunpowder through my veins and now the vultures circle up above I know I must be wearing thin or I'd still hold the reigns still I keep fighting with my head up high and low it's something old something new fighting for some kind of truce and I hope I'll make it out in one piece as I lay down my pride who knows when the morning comes who knows when the evening falls who breaks and pays the price in full who fights till kingdom come who knows when the morning comes who knows when the evening falls who breaks and pays the price in full who fights till kingdom come it's something old something new fighting for some kind of truce and I hope I'll make it out in time to make my way to paradise in time to make my way to paradise