Dicey

Finally, soon she sees You're out of luck Fire, I breathe Brace yourself, take all the things you need To prepare a fight against the creed Yeah "A little late", I called your bluff Deadbolted shut, I'm feeling like stuck Brace yourself, take all the things you need To prepare a fight against the creed You'll regret to say, so here I fucking stay Forever a part, a piece of your display