He's afraid he'll suffer his fathers fate Two sets of silver records and plates Two bloody hands and bleeding hearts Don't feel it's not to late to start
Only the photographs on your wall Are chained and down your hall Reminding you of all the days When you collected hell to pay Well hell to pay I said it's not too late Not it's not too late Incessant mace Oh God I can see it, you know it's incessant mace
_________ and broken backs Are what you _________ Beneath your treasure chest You wonder why you're under stress
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