Songwriting And Sin

I'm a neon writing cowboy
My brand's an open sigh
I've killed to keep my money
And I stole a million mines

My pencil, my companion
My disease, one of a kind
You know, I got the fever when I'm walking off your line

Well, I spoke with the high one
Fear no man is what he said
He said: If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead
He said: If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead

It's hard to be an honest man with your back against the wall
You take meat from a stranger and you've made an animal
Wrap my thoughts up in pages and they running out of page
I got words coming for you, man
I can't keep 'em in my cage

Play these halls with no windows
Full of smoke and lonely space
I get back home to my mirror
I don't recognize my face

Well, I spoke with the high one
Fear no man is what he said
He said: If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead
He said: If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead