Lyrics
Finally, soon she sees
You're out of luck
Fire, I breathe
Brace yourself, take all the things you need
To prepare a fight against the creed
Yeah
"A little late", I called your bluff
Deadbolted shut, I'm feeling like stuck
Brace yourself, take all the things you need
To prepare a fight against the creed
You'll regret to say, so here I fucking stay
Forever a part, a piece of your display
