Don't think that one of you stand me Like a bred fed grab at the balls I know that it's all the same to me We'll grab it Don't think that your numbers will hold me And when your world dissolves you will be holy Don't think that you're looking intrusive To me all look confusing One left standing Not behind a curtain And he's there to rub the flames No drive no courage no reason My wrath liberates again Putting myself through the south flames White faced in southern flames White faced White faced in southern flames White faced Struck cold at the end of a loosing fight White faced in this fortune of vacuums Right faced wouldn't keep you alive damn it Our pretense is always your business Your business is always a fake step Not trying to write you the screenplay Carved in stone White faced in southern flames White faced White faced in southern flames White faced White faced in southern flames White faced White faced in southern flames White faced