Pompeii The Viking
Mount your plans onto a bow
Pull back your arm, release and throw.
Your ducks are lined up in a row.
But your aim is off, you shoot too low.
But if your smarter enough to know where this is going.
Please don't tell me, I'd rather have you just lie.
Come to terms, fix the consequence of your actions.
Get it together, just try.
Lock down your lungs,
Steel trap your tongues.
Words are getting carried away.
Twisted and bent, contorted to fit all the things that
you would never say.
The cannon will be used against you, pressed until you're
spread out thin.
Slipping through cracks, still turning your back.
Even though you could get stuck again.
But if your smarter enough to know where this is going.
Please don't tell me, I'd rather have you just lie.
Come to terms, fix the consequence of your actions.
Get it together, just try.
But if your smarter enough to know where this is going.
Please don't tell me, I'd rather have you just lie.
Come to terms with the consequence of that action.
Get it together, just try.
