Frank Turner
Thousand Cuts
Best to settle, left inside the shrapnel
Dirty petals, they're left behind the trap door
A thousand cuts. It's pedigrees Vs the mutts
An empty vessel. A plague inside the missle
It’s over now. I heard the hail
I pour cement. It never sets
In the kingdom of the blind
A king that has one eye
A kingdom of the tame
Thats my only aim
Aim - think on it
Squares and old gods. Straight into the firing squad
Put pen to landfill. My head it makes its own will
Shoot thе pigeon and the clay. It feels just like groundhog day
An ivory towеr. A superpower
It’s over now. I heard the hail
I pour cement. It never sets
A kingdom of the lame
Only king in name
A kingdom of the tame
That’s my only aim
Aim - think on it