Kid, don't lose your cool

It's still too soon to have to choose a brighter doom

It's hard to believe, 

But I can see, 

How there could be, 

So little left to lose

(Cracking open skulls like cans of beans on Christmas Eve)



Mama's not okay, 

She lights a candle for every day that you're away

Today could be the one she burns the motherfucker down

Her final act of grace

In an endless, pointless race



Kid, you're under fire, 

Your life is coming down to the wire

Maybe you'll take the Captain's hand, 

Carry his ship through burning sands

Cradle your rifle like a man



Mama, she says "No way,"

She's lost it all, 

So you've got to stay to make her pay

She knows the fiend upon the throne's a goddamn sucker for the stone

Until the day he dies alone



Succumb...