Inside these walls
A man with steady hand predicts the breezes ‘fore they blow
Says "I've got you in my sights"
Holds a breath to still the beating heart and take a life
Not on my time
Rising from the north
A band of violent beasts are headed east, toward the shore
Raining down with fire
Tremblin' by the minute
Though my hands now tell a lie
Oh, city sky
Hold your fire
On my time
Hold your fire
On my time
Hold your fire
On my time
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