Testo So Bronze Work Of Saws
Don't put your fame on medry panning from a crooked creek
deliver us from your defeat
So bronze, bronze, bronze
So bronze, bronze, bronze
Don't misspell my engrave
a name I weigh from wooden slaves
we tresspass on an angel's face
So bronze, bronze, bronze
So bronze, bronze, bronze
Don't sell my favourite eye
a stranger makes a perfect spy
still living someone else's lie
So bronze, bronze, bronze
So bronze, bronze, bronze