Lyrics

HELLO, INSPECTOR

Crying Wolf

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A point to make, the time it takes
Making points for no real reason at all
They’re up a tree, saying prayers
Crying wolf, in a recycled machine

Making sense, or none whatsoever
Those who think that they know better
Please let go of me, so you can fall

Making points, or waxing poetic
Things they say they just don’t get it
Please let go of me, so you can fall

60 Paid Assassins in Paris
There was no surprise when your sunken eyes
Crawled out of the grave
How they would’ve feared if they saw you near 
The Appian Way
No one knows the cause, keep your fingers crossed
Keep your fingers crossed

If you could see us now

Parable, general

There he is striding in

Cannonade, Never will see it coming

When I get done with them

Two for one, my revenge

Saddle up ravagers

Cross your heart, you cannot hide forever

Cutting through bloody wave

Emperor Charlemagne

Wipe the floor with your face

Wanderers stuck inside ancient amber

What you have to say

You don’t have to say

You don’t have to say