Incessant Mace

So he's afraid he'll suffer his father's fate

Two sets of silverware, cups and plates

Two burning hands and bleeding hearts

Don't feel it's not too late to start

Only the photographs on your wall

Are chained and down your hall

Reminding you of all the days

When you collected hell to pay

Well hell to pay

I said it's not too late

Not it's not too late

Incessant mace, incessant mace

Oh God I can see it, you know it's incessant mace

Magazine stacks and broken backs

Are what you get for piling stacks

Beneath your treasure chest

You wonder why you're under stress

I said it's not too late

No, no, it's not too late

Yeah it's not too late

Incessant mace, incessant mace,

Incessant mace, incessant mace

Oh God I can see it, you know it's incessant mace

Mace, mace, mace, mace