Well it’s the death of your soul yeah baby Yeah the way of your mind Play the Hand to the man Let’s us touch up in the full in his mouth? Yeah there’s a long walk ahead Yeah but those cats that can’t speak their soul should sense away But each one
Yeah as I call the shots before you come by the stone To find you long your last chance at yourself [?] Wrest your hands from fate And be your own god tonight Alright
Well it looks like inflation sunk your two cents to the dirt Just meet your don’t have to buy into anything (Especially this) And there’s a long walk ahead And those who can’t speak their soul Let the words flow and never shut up tonight
Yeah as I call the shots before you come by the stone Finally lost your chance at yourself [?] Wrest your hands from fate And be your own, yeah be your own god tonight
