I’m releasing the hounds, closed caption, fall at my feet
King of the wolves, rise in the face of defeat
Black magic, mixed with the gravel and dirt
Bammin’ your boys up until some feelings get hurt
They all talking, but it’s nothing but lies
Take the shades off dickhead and open your eyes
Caught on the hop son, perched up on the fence
Until the weight of the punch broke through the defense
Blood spilled, spilled in a literal sense
I sit with a lit cigarette and cue the suspense
Sleepwalking, conversation is cheap
Plus I seen him bench press, all his muscles are weak
So pick and choose; get hung up like some tennis shoes
Grimmest views, by 'yes men' and bottled booze
Win or lose, not really up for discussion
Said he was a head banger left with a concussion
Always on top but now I am down for the day
And I won't come up 'til I've had my say
Never alone so I know my weight can be thrown
And I'm sinking my teeth deep into the bone
Lead me into the wild
I feel confident scaling the gates
Man in revolt, pissed off, raising the stakes
Never enough, nobody got the stomach to rise
Men with empty promises and colourful ties
Pay attention, and maybe focus a little
When the sirens arrived, nobody blowing the whistle
Lost in translation or my currency cheap
But who let the fucking wolves be in charge of the sheep
Blood spilled, spilled in the literal sense
Let the battle commence, nobody pose a defense
Keep talking, your conversation is weak
And if you send a squad round we can put them to sleep
So pick and choose; get hung up like some tennis shoes
Grimmest views, by 'yes men' and bottled booze
Win or lose, not really up for discussion
Said he was a head banger left with a concussion
Always on top but now I am down for the day
And I won't come up 'til I've had my say
Never alone so I know my weight can be thrown
And I'm sinking my teeth deep into the bone
Just another chemical, chemical, under my skin
Drowning myself even when I'm trying to swim
It's a ritual delivered in a bottle of sin
Never alone, staring at my sinister twin
Chemical, chemical filter my lens
Send me up another bottle full of my friends
It's a ritual, always on the tip of my tongue
Individual, beautiful, keeping me young
Running on concrete, numb to the touch
You're my shoulder to cry on, hold me up like a crutch
You're my courage at midnight, you soften the fall
Never talk or ask questions, you're always on call
But you're so passive aggressive, you're so mighty possessive
You're so tilted in love, that it's kind of fucking excessive
You make it look good though, too good to deny
And I will never ever go down when I'm flying so high
That's why...
Always on top but now I am down for the day
And I won't come up 'til I've had my say
Never alone so I know my weight can be thrown
And I'm sinking my teeth deep into the bone
And I keep what I want
And I leave what I don't
And I feel like I might sink my teeth into the bone
Chemical, chemical, filter my lens
Fill me up another bottle full of my friends
It's a ritual, always on the tip of my tongue
Individual, beautiful, keeping me young
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