Skinny wrists and feeble fists clinched in rage,
Aimed at every evil that's in range
Gutless mangy mutts that masquerade as dainty ladies
Waisting daises on shallow graves
A clever cover to a book with no pages hung out
To dry before they even had time to grow

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If you've got soul, then you're bound to be walked on
Just don't get caught under the heals of misery
Who feel the need for company

Skin gets tricked into thickening when the king pits the queen for your loyalty
One shares the spoils, the other the sense of royalty
So if hell is boiling beneath the clock is ticking
"It's time to think again"

[Chorus]