Take these silver bullets, I don't need them now   Well I ran through this canyon, and they're laying me down   Sentimental words are for the pigs and cows   We're not allowed to find our fill      Killing times were not that bad   They kept us locked inside our heads   And after beating back the dread   We had to laugh cause every grain of sand   Had a supporting hand in what was said      And I said   That you're dead   And you deny it      Killing floor had metal slabs   The blood we lost fell through the cracks   The crowd that formed below us clapped   Their faces blank, and we just sat in line   And thought of better times, before the end      Before you left   Before you said   That you were faking it      And then I said   You're dead   And I said   That I was lying too