Untold - Them Evils

I got a shotgun feeling in my soul

I can’t shoot it cuz' my heart is made of stone

Im not a shell of a broken man

Im not weak, I have no scars below my hand

So, the story goes

The coldness in my soul

Cant be Untold

So I set my sights aimed em' right on you

Threw down all your guards theres nothing you can do

I see you shakin' rattle like a snake

Quiver in your boots now honey, its the last breath that you’ll take.

So, the story goes

The coldness in my soul

Can’t be Untold

Can’t be Untold

Can’t be Untold

Can’t be Untold

So, the story goes

The coldness in my soul

Can’t be Untold