Wander Brander, 2sisters Reb’s life

White day bleeds into rusted gold,
Omnes una—night’s cold hand takes hold
She croons soft through the ache in my bones,
No rest tonight, just the whip of the unknown

Moon hangs low, a tarnished spur,
Gives these wounds a preacher’s purr
Every soul’s bound to cross that line—
Strangle your conscience, let the devil dine

Reb’s life’s a short, mean ride,
Saddle your debts ‘fore the Reaper’s tide
Reb’s life’s a short, mean ride,
Pay ‘em in blood or pride

Reb’s life’s a short, mean ride,
Saddle your debts ‘fore the Reaper’s tide
Reb’s life’s a short, mean ride,
Pay ‘em in blood or pride

Pain’s my bride, wrapped in thorns,
No use prayin’—this heart’s too worn
I don’t beg mercy, don’t chase no truth,
Just sin, sin, sin ‘til I’m damned for proof

Ain’t no escape from the lash or the flame,
We sin like it’s salvation, wearin’ our shame
Let ‘em slaughter us like hogs on the block,
For the sins we loved… and the God we mocked

Reb’s life’s a short, mean ride,
Saddle your debts ‘fore the Reaper’s tide
Reb’s life’s a short, mean ride,
Pay ‘em in blood or pride

Reb’s life’s a short, mean ride,
Saddle your debts ‘fore the Reaper’s tide
Reb’s life’s a short, mean ride,
Pay ‘em in blood or pride