FRIEDRICK WAS A LIAR
Riding shotgun in a casket
Your nature inclines me to
Grave rob.
Open the door: Chariot door.
Open the door: Coffin door.
Open the door: Are we all so eager?
Open the door: To ride horses off cliffs?
And even the rich ride blind.
O' I said I'm inclined to Grave rob.
This shovel is my life
This shovel brings new life.
And I do believe this earth is coming to its end
We won't be there to see her die.
And I do believe this earth is coming to her end
But until that day
We will fight you.
My Lion cannot die
Friedrick was a liar
And this is a mistake.