Crooked Fingers - The Counterfeiter lyrics

So pleased the way they calmly come for you Arriving at your gate Your ghost have come to choose A play to carve your crime Cut red in two Your back to spear your name' They've come to end the truce You don't belong here Your hearts a fake The ghost who choose you were mistaken Crossing off your name now The cold blood in your heart It's traveling it's way down To give you what you want A little line you got a lot to lose Don't toss it all away, Mad clawing at the moon I catch fire, and all the doctors say The Jack your trying to claim Is shattered and in ruin Out in the cold clear Hot on the make All of the doctors know your faking Crossing off your name now The cold blood in your heart Is traveling it's way down To give you what you want To give you what you want To give you what you want Etc.