Tell me the things that'll take time And exhale the vile Never will I concede the end Burn inside of me Heretic Jackals worship liars Forever I'll be the god that you desire To help see the things that'll take this And hold onto things that'll make my

When it was good it was bittersweet honey You made me sad 'til I loved the shade of blue I know you don't want to talk to me So this is what I will do Maybe you're listening So here's one last song for you I'm sending a message to you And I'm hoping that

They poured across the borders We were cautioned to surrender This I could not do Into the hills I vanished No one ever asks me Who I am or where I'm going But those of you who know You cover up my footprints I have changed my name so often

You cleared up my scars Your love has fixed all of our broken hearts It’s a lifelong lesson and I’m not pretending when I say I hope you’re proud, mother, of what you’ve done This is for my mother, from the older brother of your children made of three

Tow the line Keep it fine Every man seeks this end Valhalla, you are calling Valhalla, you are calling me home Valhalla, new day dawning Valhalla, this is where I belong, I belong Halls of Valhalla Fierce is the gale

I will sing no requiem tonight I will sing no requiem Why should I have a heavy heart? Why should I go and fall apart for you? Why should I play the grieving girl and lie Why should I play this game of pretend? Remembering through a secondhand sorrow?

Could be the end of the world I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away Get off your knees Please, you have to help me This is not my true face If you could see my soul As I have seen my soul I could show it to you It's rotten

I should have left with you, with you No way out I met your best friend she went down And I should have made my move with you I shoulda, I woulda, I coulda but I didn’t Up and down jump off the deep end wreck this house Messed up now pissed off the in

This is spiritual, under your spell Like an angel, oh, at blow Like a feather, you make me float Magic, or one, or mystery All of you trying to work on me I would surrender myself Holy hell, and heaven high You will open up my eyes Phenomenon, the way

I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New