Lost in the woods of a dream Call it an American one but we couldn't be further from home So we rode, in the search of a place to rest our bloodshot eyes But everything has a price to pay, everything has a price to pay In the face of a stranger there was no sympathy to be found So we'll draw from the innocence Don't make me regret this Mark the lines, right now Mark the fucking lines We have been double crossed Let the pain begin Mark the lines whats done is done, we have been double crossed Everything has a price to pay don't make me regret This was never the way, still no answer Will you stand by me when I collapse