| Song | Neuqua Valley Gunslinger |
| Artist | Rosaline |
| Album | The Vitality Theory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Rest assured | |
| You’ve done everything to deserve this | |
| But my friend, in true attempts it is glorious even to fail | |
| I put the world on mute and woke up in a storm the next day | |
| And you were gone, my fingers were black | |
| Protest the dream, it’s a nightmare | |
| Rest assured | |
| You’ve done everything to deserve this | |
| But my friend, in true attempts it is glorious even to fail | |
| I put the world on mute and woke up in a storm the next day | |
| And you were gone, my fingers were black | |
| Protest the dream, it’s a nightmare | |
| For what you never said, but will always be | |
| This was always for you, it was never me | |
| And the day I was gone was the day you would see | |
| That the honest will die but they’ll die honestly | |
| The honest will die but they’ll die honestly | |
| They’ll die honestly |
| Rest assured | |
| You' ve done everything to deserve this | |
| But my friend, in true attempts it is glorious even to fail | |
| I put the world on mute and woke up in a storm the next day | |
| And you were gone, my fingers were black | |
| Protest the dream, it' s a nightmare | |
| Rest assured | |
| You' ve done everything to deserve this | |
| But my friend, in true attempts it is glorious even to fail | |
| I put the world on mute and woke up in a storm the next day | |
| And you were gone, my fingers were black | |
| Protest the dream, it' s a nightmare | |
| For what you never said, but will always be | |
| This was always for you, it was never me | |
| And the day I was gone was the day you would see | |
| That the honest will die but they' ll die honestly | |
| The honest will die but they' ll die honestly | |
| They' ll die honestly |
| Rest assured | |
| You' ve done everything to deserve this | |
| But my friend, in true attempts it is glorious even to fail | |
| I put the world on mute and woke up in a storm the next day | |
| And you were gone, my fingers were black | |
| Protest the dream, it' s a nightmare | |
| Rest assured | |
| You' ve done everything to deserve this | |
| But my friend, in true attempts it is glorious even to fail | |
| I put the world on mute and woke up in a storm the next day | |
| And you were gone, my fingers were black | |
| Protest the dream, it' s a nightmare | |
| For what you never said, but will always be | |
| This was always for you, it was never me | |
| And the day I was gone was the day you would see | |
| That the honest will die but they' ll die honestly | |
| The honest will die but they' ll die honestly | |
| They' ll die honestly |