Forty saviors in disguise
Dirty patrons patronize
Condemning all surrounding eyes
The crowdy are so alive
Paper necks and folded hands
Twenty million promised lands
Bury him to bed in me
Be sure to answer on my voice
Come closer, I'll tell you the answers
I'm proud of your fiction
And disgusted with the night
I relinquish you a sanction
And taste bad blood in every
Last bite of every
I hope they see this right
A fiery bridge that's jumped and lost
Come closer, I'll tell you the answers
I'm proud of your fiction
And disgusted with the night
I relinquish you a sanction
And taste bad blood in every
Last bite of every
I hope they see this right
I hope they see this right
I hope they see this right
I hope they see this right