So young, so brazen, so unholy I come to you in painted skies Your broken saint, your ancient story The living challenge to their lies Trapped in the cold outside There ain't no shelter And they wanna force my hand Until I... Take what I wanted and break all the lies That they feed the fuckin' liars Smash all the temples and crawl through the rubble And cry to the fallen I'm the last of my kind still standing I'm the last of my kind still standing down the law... A wolf alone upon the hillside I live on what they throw away I go to sleep behind the eight ball I live to fight for one more day I'm trapped in the cold outside There ain't no shelter They wanna force my hand 'Til I... Take what I wanted and break all the lies That they feed the fuckin' liars Smash all the temples and crawl through the rubble And cry to the fallen Last of my kind still standing Last of my kind still standing