Face, old
Your father’s calling you from the porch
Name, sold
Make the call
Grey, gold
Your face will never be the same
Flame, bold
You’ll steel the sun
When the only weapon is your name
and that won’t count if you don’t aim
Good intentions hold us back
You should stand down
Shame, controlled
Like a cage behind deep dark eyes
The games unfold.
you’ve won
Tame your soul
Let it grow without the show
Make the goal
and run
When the only weapon is your name
and that won’t count if you don’t aim
Good intentions hold us back
You should stand down
When the only weapon is your name
and that won’t count if you don’t aim
Good intentions hold us back
You should stand down and let me attack
