Wrest Your Hands

Well, it's the death to your soul, yeah baby

Yeah, the width of your mind

Play the hand to the man

Let's us touch up, up on the full in his mouth

Yeah, there's a long walk ahead

But those cats that can't speak their soul

Should sense away

Put each other word

Yeah, as I call the shots before, you come by the stone

To find your long, your last chance at yourself

I don't get to jam into that fight

Wrest your hands from fate

And be your own god tonight

Alright

Ah, well it looks like inflation

Sunk your two cents to the dirt

Just meet you don't have to buy into anything

Especially this

And there's a long walk ahead

And those who can't speak their soul

Let the words flow and never shut up tonight

Yeah

You gotta call the shots before you come by the storm

And finally lost your last chance at yourself

I don't get to jam into that fight

Wrest your hands from fate

And be your own, yeah, be your own god tonight

Take it off, baby, alright, woo

Yeah-yeah-yeah

And be your god tonight

Yeah, be your own god tonight

Yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Yeah

Be your own god tonight

Be your own god tonight

Be your own god tonight

Be your, be your own god tonight

Yeah-yeah-yeah

Alright, come on, woo

Alright