Incessant Mace (Live from the Artists Den)

Lyrics

[Verse One] So he's afraid he'll suffer his father's fate Two sets of silverware, cups and plates Two bloody hands and bleeding hearts Don't feel it's not too late to start, 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 Hell to pay [Chorus] I said: it's not too late Oh, it's not too late Incessant mace Incessant mace Oh God, I can see it, you know it's incessant mace [Verse Two] Leisure 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 [Chorus/Outro] I said: it's not too late It's not too late 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