So he's afraid he'll suffer his father's fate
Two burning hands and bleeding hearts
Don't feel it's not too late to start
Two sets of silverware, cups and plates Reminding you of all the days
Only the photographs on your wall
Are chained and down your hall
When you collected hell to pay
I said it's not too late
Well hell to pay
Incessant mace
Not it's not too late
Oh God I can see it, you know it's incessant mace
Magazine stacks and broken backs
Are what you get for piling stacks You wonder why you're under stress
Beneath your treasure chest
No it's not too late
Incessant mace
Oh God I can see it, you know it's incessant mace.
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