Incessant Mace

So he's afraid he'll suffer his father's fate Two sets of silverware, cups and plates Two burning hands and bleeding hearts Don't feel it's not too late to start 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 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 No it's not too late Incessant mace Oh God I can see it, you know it's incessant mace