Damn 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
[Chorus]

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
[bridge]
Free what's bolted down