So young, so brazen, so unholy
I come to you in painted skies
Your broken teacher, ancient story
The living challenge to their lies
Trapped in the cold outside
There ain't no shelter
And they want to force my hand
Until I take what I want
And then break all the lies
That they feed the fucking liars
Smash all the temples
And crawl through the rubble
And cry to the fallen
I'm the last of my kind still standing
I'm alone
I'm all forlorn upon the hillside
I am but what they throw away
I go to sleep behind the eight-ball
I live to fight for one more day
I'm trapped in the cold outside
There ain't there no shelter
And they want to force my hand
Until I take what I want
And then break all the lies
That they feed the fucking liars
Smash all the temples
And crawl through the rubble
And cry to the fallen
I'm the last of my kind still standing
I'm alone
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