Lyrics Recoil - Tomahawk

Would you hang when there's a hung jury?
Would you freeze in justice's snow flurry, hey?
It's so quiet here
That you can hear a mouse pissing on cotton
Back and forth your father says, "Recoil"
Snakeskin stripes never back up from the soil
Back and forth your father says, "Recoil"
Frontier lies pistol whipped
Married to the will-o'-the-wisp, tumble wasted
We pass torch into a flames of folklore
To the apoptosis of the sun
What did I do wrong, what did I do wrong?
Did I do wrong?
Back and forth your father says, "Recoil"
Snakeskin stripes never back up from the soil
Back and forth your father says, "Recoil"
Give our gangstеrs their reflectivе glow
Show us where the stupid people go
Recoil