One More Toll Taker - Dead Meadow

Truth be told

I don´t understand

Is this the beginning of the end?

I used to call you, a good friend

One more toll taker, upon my state line

Truth be told, it´s my peace of mind

They know not what they do,

Nor whom they do it for

And every day

They want more

One more toll taker

Upon my border land

Truth be told, you´re holding sand

And I know how it slips through the tighest fist

I am the one, you will miss