Incessant Mace

So he's afraid he'll suffer his father's fate
 
 Two sets of silverware, cups and plates
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 Two burning hands and bleeding hearts
 Don't feel it's not too late to start
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 Only the photographs on your wall
 Are chained and down your hall
 Reminding you of all the days
 When you collected hell to pay
 Well hell to pay
 I said it's not too late
 Not it's not too late
 Incessant mace, incessant mace
 Oh God I can see it, you know it's incessant mace
 Magazine stacks and broken backs
 Are what you get for piling stacks
 Beneath your treasure chest
 You wonder why you're under stress
 You're under stress
 I said it's not too late
 No, no, it's not too late
 Yeah it's not too late
 Incessant mace, incessant mace
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 Incessant mace, incessant mace
 Oh God I can see it, you know it's incessant mace
 Mace, mace, mace, mace