Darkest Hour Lyrics

The man came in half out of his head

His shoes were gone, he was half dead

Begging for water on his knees, we gave him all we had

Ahead of his time, always on the dime, he never made mistakes

Always lending, an interest pending, he almost never takes

Leaves an unlocked door and he gives to the poor

He's thanked like a saint

He folds his clothes on iron boards and he paints

The blood on the clothes found in the snow, lead them to him

Drinking like a hound in another town, he couldn't remember a thing

The day he made the break, the guards were late

He slipped on through the door

He didn't look back, he was free at last

Heading up north

The shit eating grin of the accused smiles at you

The shit eating grin of the accused stares at you

Years have past along with the aghast, he fooled them again

He changed his name along with his game and he writes well with a pen

The day will come, he'll admit what he's done

It's hard to say

He lives by the gun, his watch is the sun, and he feels no pain

The shit eating grin of the accused smiles at you

The shit eating grin of the accused stares at you