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So young, so brazen, so unholy I come to you in painted skies Your broken saint, your ancient story The living challenge to your lies Trapped in the cold outside There ain't no shelter They wanna force my hand Until I... Take what I wanted, and Break all the lies that they Feed the fuckin' liars... Smach all the temples, and Crawl through the rubble, and Cry to the fallen I'm the last of my kind still standing I'm the last of my kind still standing down the law A wolf alone upon the hillside I live on what they throw away I go to sleep behind the eight ball I live to fight for one more day Trapped in the cold outside Letras de cancionesThere ain't no shelter They wanna force my hand Until I... Take what I wanted, and Break all the lies that they Feed the fuckin' liars... Smach all the temples, and Crawl through the rubble, and Cry to the fallen I'm the last of my kind still standing I'm the last of my kind still standing down the law I'm the last of my kind still standing... I'm the last of my kind still standing... From Letras Mania