They Can't If You Don't Let Them

If it is true, if you have come to the rescue
 Why do the bells sound of danger?
 Words of peace, they fall from you freely
 Awful free for a stranger
 Setting sun, you know you ought to run
 There's a wolf here among the sheep
 But marching along to the spirit catcher's song
 You remain in a dreamless sleep
 Desperate eyes
 Let the counterfeit suffice
 Hoping high
 They will be kind to you
 Fog and fears and a mouth full of hot tears
 Can drown that voice sent to guide you
 And wicked tongues with their hooks
 And their ice blood
 Can wake the demons inside you
 Doubt will creep through the windows as you sleep
 Setting in like a cold cold front
 Your hands go numb and your stomach doubles up
 And you think, was I happy once?
 Desperate minds
 Hold the counterfeit so tight
 Hoping high
 They will be kind
 Hoping high
 They will be kind
 Hoping high
 He will be kind
 To you
 Run run run run
 Run run run run