Wires

Kid, don’t lose your cool, it’s still too soon to have to choose a brighter doom
It’s hard to believe, but I can see how there could be so little
Left to lose
(cracking open skulls like cans of beans on Christmas
Eve)
Mama’s not okay, she lights a candle for ev’ry day that you’re away
Today could be the one she burns the motherfucker down
Her final act of grace
In a pointless, endless race
Kid, you’re under fire
Your life is coming down to the wire
Maybe you’ll take the Captain’s hand
Carry his ship through burning sands
Cradle your rifle like a man
Mama, she says «No way,» she’s lost it all, so you’ve got to stay to make her
pay
She knows the fiend upon the throne’s a goddamn sucker for the stone
Until the day he dies alone
Succumb