So young, so braise and so unholy
I come to you in painted skies
You're broken, taint your ancient story
The living challenge you their lies

Trapped in the cold outside
There ain't no shelter
And they want to force my hand
Until I take what I wanted
And break all their lies
And defeat 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 the last of my kind still standing on the wall

Oh, from out upon the hillside
I am but what they've thrown away
I go to sleep behind the eight ball
I live to fight for one more day

I'm trapped in the cold outside
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There ain't no shelter
And they want to force my hand
Until I take what I wanted
And break all their lies
And defeat the fucking liars
Smash all the temples
And crawl through the rubble
And cry to the fallen

Take what I wanted
And break all the lies
And defeat 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 the last of my kind still standing on the wall

I'm the last of my kind still standing
I'm the last of my kind still standing on the wall

The last of my kind still standing
The last of my kind still standing

Songwriter(s): Jerry Cantrell, William B. Duvall
Copyright: Absolutes From Attack Music, Rooster's Son Publishing
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