Coward - text
The basic concept of truth seems to evade you
But I am here to set it right
I will not squander my faith
On fading, failing illusions
Longing will not rule my fate
Conjure storms, I'll take my chances
For I know that justice will come dance upon your grave
Parading secrets you steal
Instilling, willing confusion
Playing the part as you feel
Cast your stones, I'll take my chances
For I know that
Justice comes to dance upon the graves of cowards
Red skies and diamond blades
Dead nights and minds ablaze
Tenacious racing toward a checkmate
No gracious winner in that game
Fed lies, a common rage
It's martial law to advocate
No partial call could bear the weight
Though foresworn, you take your chances
You should know that soon there will be no one left to save you
Show your scorn, I'll take my chances
For I know that justice will come spit into your brain
Just i'ts call your name....
The basic concept of truth...
Not rule my fate...
I'll take my chances...