Kid, don't lose your cool,
It's still too soon to have to choose a brighter doom.
It's hard to believe but I can see how there could be so little left to lose.
(Cracking open skulls like cans of beans on Christmas Eve)
Mama's not okay,
She lights a candle for every day that you're away,
Today could be the one she burns the mother fucker down.
Her final act of grace,
In a pointless, endless race.
Kid, you're under fire,
Your life is coming down to the wire.
Maybe you'll take the captains hand,
Carry his ship through burning sands.
Cradle your rifle like a man
Mama, she says "no way",
She's lost it all, so you've got to stay to make her pay
She knows the fiend upon the throne's a goddamn sucker for the stone.
Till the day he dies alone.
Succumb.
Succumb.
Succumb.
Succumb.
Succumb.
Succumb.
Succumb.
compositores da letra: Aaron Beam, David Sullivan, John Bryant Sherman, Maurice Bryan Giles
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