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 Free what's bolted down
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