So young, so brazen and so unholy I come to you in painted skies Your broken saint, your ancient story The living challenge to their lies Trapped in the cold outside There ain't no shelter And they want to force my hand Until I take what I want And break all the lies That they feed the fucking liars Smash all the temples And crawl through the rubble And cry to the fallen I'm the last of my kind still standing I'm the last of my kind still standing I'm alone A wolf alone upon the hillside I live on what they throw away I go to sleep behind the 8 ball I live to fight for one more day I'm trapped in the cold outside There ain't no shelter And they want to force my hand Until I take what I want And break all the lies That they feed the fucking liars Smash all the temples And crawl through the rubble And cry to the fallen Take what I want And break all the lies That they feed the fucking liars Smash all the temples And crawl through the rubble And cry to the fallen I'm the last of my kind still standing I'm the last of my kind still standing I'm alone I'm the last of my kind still standing I'm the last of my kind still standing Now I'm alone Last of my kind still standing Last of my kind still standing Lower, lower, lower Taking me lower Taking me lower Taking me lower
