Outlaw

I’m a slave
I want to meet my maker
In your grave
I hope that things get clearer
You had your way
I want to meet my maker
Can’t be saved
I want to meet my maker
Outside it’s cold
Far away
Inside your skull
You will pay
I got so empty
I guess I lied
I stand for nothin'
I don’t need life
The dogs are howling
The winter’s right
A son of Satan calling
In the night
Outside it’s cold
Far away
Inside your soul
You will pay
Outside it’s cold
Far away
Inside your soul
You will pay