Last Of My Kind

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 want to force my hand



Until I take what I want

And then break all the lies

That they feed, the fucking 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 alone



A wolf alone upon the hillside

I live on what they throw away

I go to sleep behind the 8-ball

I live to fight for one more day



I'm trapped in the cold outside

There ain't there no shelter

And they want to force my hand



Until I take what I want

And then break all the lies

That they feed, the fucking 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 alone



(The last of my kind still standing)