Voice
Can make a grown man cry
If you can't save this noise
Then how the hell can i
Without cashing in?

My heroes have all died in battle
So cut off my hands at the wrists
The streets will run red with our blood now
The streets will run red with my love

My vendetta black

Lie
Until my teeth cave in
From all the fists that fly
For the sudden sake
Of cashing all your chips
Of cashing in

Long wait
Hold up

(The grateful return to a fable
The hateful reside in my lap
In my hands)