CECIL
Put the pistols on your sides / the hood, the nickel-plated knuckles / duffle bags with our disguises (no surprises) / Just a simple way to pummel, rumble, mosh with human nature / Step in the fog and view the carnage / Labors of bloodlust / We combust / Weâre sun struck / No room for dumb luck / sheâs not my lady tonight / You pay me the price; weâre taking a life, like right now / Weâre ravens of the night prowling / howling with the wind / and yes weâre moving in, in on the kill / Definitive thrill rides / Weâre living unlimited til time⦠takes us from the living kind / Weâre anxious and weâre gripping time / by its throat and choking every minute we can squeeze and bleed from it / Feed our needs and eat the keep we reap from it / slum it / and plummet into hiding (Hook)
So with the fog at our backs and your gods on retreat / Weâll release you from your struggles like⦠/ Gimme the signal, gimme the go / Thereâs no odds to be stacked and no law to be seen / Itâs just us and nothing but the cold / Gimme the signal, gimme the go
Manipulate yourself up out of this one, how persistent / You speak with venom but nobody is around to listen / No coexistence, give your death some sound assistance / On a mission turn the king into a pile of crimson / Soaked ground / Your ghost float around / You wonât see the round unseat relieve you of your crown / Vermillion spill out brilliant slow / You took the jewels, Iâll make that ruby glow / Save your cash / Wasted breath, Iâll take your last / Thatâs not a note in this bottle itâs gas / That ainât a rose in my hand itâs a match / Iâll take what you canât take back / make the kingdom ash when the vapors pass / Melt down crown in a crucible / Make a carmine mist, no funeral / I will flush king heart if itâs suitable / and paint the town with his red, make it beautiful (Hook)