Letra de A Wolf Descends On The Spanish Sahara

If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win, A bird's eye view of a burning bridge. You come through ghost towns set on pause, Hoping the risk was worth the cause. Whoa~ Sound off the false alarm! Whoa~ But I'll make my own colleague, From wood and from ivory, And reap the rewards of proximity. I'll assemble my equal, From what I lack and require, And gather what's left unaccompanied. It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap. So go by the wayside, And never look back. If you could spare me forty winks, While you cry wolf and I count sheep. What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests, With backbones like a jellyfish? Whoa~ Stomp on your land again! Whoa~ But I'll make my own colleague, From wood and from ivory, And reap the rewards of proximity. I'll assemble my equal, From what I lack and require, And gather what's left unaccompanied. It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap. So go by the wayside, And never look back. If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win, A ringside seat at the main event. Whoa~ Stomp on your land again! Whoa~ It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap. So go by the wayside, And never look back. It smells like disaster, Take all that is left. So go by the wayside, I'll never look back.