Incessant Mace (Short) [Early Version]

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

Two sets of silverware, cups and plates

Two bloody hands and bleeding hearts yeah

But 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, yeah

Incessant mace

Incessant mace

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

Uh yeah yeah

Magazine stacks and broken backs

Are what you get for piling stacks

Beneath your treasure chest?

You wonder why you're under stress

You're under stress

I said, no it's not too late, no, not too late

Yeah it's not too late

Incessant mace

Incessant mace oh yeah

Incessant mace

Incessant mace yeah

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