d*** you're so dull
Still need to borrow your hate
Change what they can
Persuade us back under cover
Oh old you're so over
Who made you king of the ages
Tending the wounds
Thinking of adding another
But the
Chosen never wrong
He sat holding
Several thoughts
I'll take anything
That's not bolted down
Tricking us in, don't get along if they're brothers
So phasing it out, correcting vision with fists
And drawing a line, still give it less than a week
Checking the wounds, thinking of adding another
Free what's bolted down
Still need to borrow your hate
Change what they can
Persuade us back under cover
Oh old you're so over
Who made you king of the ages
Tending the wounds
Thinking of adding another
But the
Chosen never wrong
He sat holding
Several thoughts
I'll take anything
That's not bolted down
Tricking us in, don't get along if they're brothers
So phasing it out, correcting vision with fists
And drawing a line, still give it less than a week
Checking the wounds, thinking of adding another
Free what's bolted down