[Intro: Jon Mess]
Squawk, seven-five
Zero, zero mane
World in a barrel dripping some blood
Three dead riders
Gripping the reigns of saturn
In the last plastic cup
[Verse 1: Tilian]
Couldn't make me into a hero
Couldn't turn me into a coward
Whatever history that you wrote
Blew away in the wind on your way down
From your ivory tower
Your words lost their power
You can aim down fire
We'll be down here living how we want
[Refrain: Jon Mess, Andrew Wells]
Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to delivеr
You always see right through me
When I am lost and out of place
You always watch mе stumble down
While you wait for me to drown
Squawk, seven-five
Zero, zero mane
World in a barrel dripping some blood
Three dead riders
Gripping the reigns of saturn
In the last plastic cup
[Verse 1: Tilian]
Couldn't make me into a hero
Couldn't turn me into a coward
Whatever history that you wrote
Blew away in the wind on your way down
From your ivory tower
Your words lost their power
You can aim down fire
We'll be down here living how we want
[Refrain: Jon Mess, Andrew Wells]
Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to delivеr
You always see right through me
When I am lost and out of place
You always watch mе stumble down
While you wait for me to drown
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