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 soul, you will pay

I've grown so empty, I guess I lied
I said for nothing, I don't need pride
The dogs are howling, the witchers fly
I said I'm safe and calm in the night

Outside it's cold, far away
Inside your soul, you will pay