Turn your tired eyes home. Put the sword to stone. Death by boredom. . The rich man bears the burden. That the poor man seeks to chase. The chase is certain.
Laying down the law. Listen to the hammer. Mouth of madness. Watch the wicked gather. . Streets of stone. Underneath grey skies. Nights come. They speak of devils in disguise.
From counted out to feared. Some say. That I'm back with a vengeance. . I never left. I smell your fear. Cause I'm back with a vengeance. . Bruised, tattered and torn.