Blackout - Fytch

Check check, one two

It’s cold when I walk through

The marshes at nightfall

Silence my rifle

Solemn disciple

Speech is my rifle

The scared and the fragile, the feeble I burrow

Sheep in my gallows

Crawl as I gallop

Graves deep, not shallow

When I step through your best, I’m the prophet of morrow

Give coins a flip and let destiny follow

Check

Check, Check

Check (Echos)

Check (Echos)

Sheep in my gallows

Crawl as I gallop

Graves deep, not shallow

When I step through your best, I’m the prophet of morrow

Give coins a flip and let destiny follow

Check

Check, Check

Check (Echos)

Check (Echos)