Number Thirteen - Red Fang

I can brave the cold alone

I’m sleeping on the ground

I hate your golden throne

But want it for my own

I see that I’m the one

Who’s breakin' us in two

How could this be the end?

You’re my, you’re my

Number Thirteen

You’re my, you’re my

Loss of control

You’re my, you’re my

Everything

You’re my, you’re my…

Rake our nose across the stone

We’re never leaving home

We’re headed to the West

Beyond the dying breath

Our boots will scratch and scrape

But we cannot escape

We’re running to our fate

You’re my, you’re my

Number Thirteen

You’re my, you’re my

Loss of control

You’re my, you’re my

Everything

You’re my, you’re my…

I know the fields are burnin'

Blacks out the cruelest dawn

I hear the God’s a-screamin'

The war goes on and on

I can brave the cold alone

I’m sleeping underground

I’ve made your golden throne

But want it for my own

I see that I’m the one

Who’s breakin' us in two

How could this be the end?

You’re my, you’re my

Number Thirteen

You’re my, you’re my

Loss of control

You’re my, you’re my

Everything

You’re my, you’re my…