Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains We get along and their very boones decay Try to find what little else remain My heart still beating but I'm feeling so restrained
You try to make a living by using what you got But the way that it's been going Well you gonna get shot He's an old cold hand
Missfortune passed down from long times ago Been rendered senseless in a temple made of gold I heard you're really out here all alone I'm stuck in limbo and you're perched atop a throne
You try to make a living by using what you got But the way that it's been going Well you better run fast He's an old cold hand