This is it right here It brings the light It beats the sun. Only time and space could bring us down The rules are ours.
Foaming at the mouth, no foaming at the mouth in… Sticking to a gun, no sticking to a gun in… Burning at the stake, no burning at the stake in… Pulling out your hair, no pulling out your hair in…
No more words to bend or pull apart. Let them die. Keep the Midas touch above your tongue, In golden slight.
Foaming at the mouth, no foaming at the mouth in… Sticking to a gun, no sticking to a gun in… Burning at the stake, no burning at the stake in… Pulling out your hair, no pulling out your hair in…