[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