Man of the Hour
Get up!
You think you've beat me
I think you've gone and lost your mind
You'll try to lead me
To a place where I can hide
You've been out of sight but out of line
I promise you, I'll take my time
Your shining eyes, my blood-shot mind
Your darkest place, my peace of mind
I hope you hate the thought of me
With less to hide and more to grieve
You think you have me
Right where you want me to be
You'll tighten the belt
And cut these strings off me
I've walked these streets of gold and gone to hell and back
With my hands around your throat there is no going back
Your shining eyes, my blood-shot mind
Your darkest place, my peace of mind
I hope you hate the thought of me
With less to hide and more the grieve
You think this is over
You think you've won
It's never over
We've only just begun
Wake Up
Come On
Your shining eyes, my blood-shot mind
Your darkest place, my peace of mind
I hope you hate the thought of me
With less to hide and more to grieve