King of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland King of the filthy, king of the fallen, we living again King of the shooters, looters, boosters, and ghettos poppin' King of the past, present, future, my ancestors watching King of the culture,

Bleed for me, I've bled for you Embrace me, child, I'll see you through I'll see you Realms of fear, they speak the truth What has past, I hand to you This grave of life, I give to you Ignore what was, you know it's true I'll dig a hole, and bow my head

Hanging out when it's past time to go Though everyone tried to ignore us We'd scared them all off by the chorus There you stood looking proud What was left of the crowd at our show And I was twenty-two backwoods years old You were singing that night by

How could I break away from you? Something good will come out of this I lay awake at night envisioning A trace from the past This heavy heart of mine, it never fails To bring me right back Now I see us walking down cedar lane Slowing, the sunshine passed

These vultures from the past, coming In all the hells and worlds, the time has come Delivered from their eyes We leave the shores to see the mountains rising A distant impression grwoing This judgement creates the pain in we hold Destructive intentions

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

Let them hail the hollow one Bow before the damned Forge ahead into the night Forget the lessons of the past No remorse for the sinner No repent for the waking dead Hide their faces from the light Let the past live again We will still set in motion

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to

We can go nowhere but up (Nowhere but oh up, whoa whoa) We'll take you to the sky past the moon As long as you're with me baby Honestly (honestly) With the strength of our love We can make the sun shine in the moonlight That we can go nowhere but up From

Looking for signs of life Looking for signs every night But there's no signs of life So we do it again Who did you ask? Those cool kids Stuck in the past "Where are we going?" Apartments of cigarette ash