The Ultimate Fuse

THE ULTIMATE FUSE

Like a bullet ricochet
I can twist the wind
On your holy calling prays
Brought in to your sins
As the march goes on and on
Hasting graves for green

Falling leaf, another gone
No more pure and clean
As the storm prepares to fall
And the test begins

I am the ultimate fuse
Conducted all alone
Bleeding out the abuse
Die for the Holy Throne
Nothing much I can do
Aftermath refill
Time won't cease your place
But I will

Borrowed supremacy
Time to lose the grip
Lying unconsciously
Deeds under the lip
And the march goes on and on
And the graves stand still

Feel the frozen greed crest
Ready to burn you off
But the wise no longer wait
For the rest to come

I am the ultimate fuse
Conducted all alone
Bleeding out the abuse
Die for the Holy Throne
Nothing much I can do
Aftermath refill
Time won't cease your place
But I will

I am the ultimate fuse
Conducted all alone
Bleeding out the abuse
Die for the Holy Throne
Nothing much I can do
Aftermath refill
Time won't cease your place
But I will