Из альбома: Murder the Mountains
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 motherfucker down
Her final act of grace
In an endless, pointless race
Kid, you're under fire,
Your life is coming down to the wire
Maybe you'll take the Captain's 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
Until the day he dies alone
Succumb...