Ran up the hill spitballing
I had a lot to say
Me and my alter ego
Both with desperate stakes
I’m rooting for the ending
My apocalypse
I can’t swim against the current
Without showmanship
Strike this iron is blistering
Strike I’ll throw a stone by a sling
Strike why can’t I just be king
Anything’s possible
The answers in the epilogue
Don’t read more into this
An open book I is
You’ll find it in the epilogue
All my own no plagiarist
The buck stops here
I am the catalyst
Ran away from all the babble
I got fed up
Me just a simpleton
Who never developed
I’m ready for the ending
Even if it’s death
I cannot be imperishable
Push to my last breath
Strike the fangs are exposed
Strike the look is grandiose
Strike destroy the friend or foe
Everyone’s possible
The answers in the epilogue
In the mine a priceless gem
An open book I am
You’ll find it in the epilogue
Emerald or amethyst
The buck stops here
I am the catalyst
Immortal live forever
Timeless
Immortal so together
Treasure
When I’m lowered in the grave
Pressure
I know it’s everything I gave
All I gave
Strike the iron was blistering
Strike I threw a stone by a sling
Strike I never wanted to be king
It was impossible
The answers in the epilogue
Don’t read more into this
An open book I is
You’ll find it in the epilogue
All my own no plagiarist
The end is here
I am the catalyst
Other lyrics by Armored Saint:
Bottom Feeder
Vindicate demonstrate pass the buck kindly to you Waiting your move spooked Second guess motionless last in the queue What do we do Take cover Well this affirmation is a …
Buckeye
Step by step I’ve watched you take em From a toddler to a teen On your new road if you’re fearful You can rub eyes that came from seeds Always have my hand …
Close To The Bone
Yes I hate you but I hold it in Keep my manners it makes me spin With tight lips I’ll run aground A reprisal pays by the pound But I just keep it close to the bone …
Compromise
If there’s one thing that I know for sure Is that I don’t know nothing at all And a simple agreement stands for zilch Cause we’re headed for another …
Epilogue
Ran up the hill spitballing I had a lot to say Me and my alter ego Both with desperate stakes I’m rooting for the ending My apocalypse I can’t swim against …