Incessant Mace 歌词

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