Subterfuge for its own sake
I’ll be here when you wake
And the monsters can come and fight
If they think they’ll take you tonight
Coz you’ve got a wound and I see it there
Even though you say I don’t have to care
And I will rise in power and fury
If God is the judge then I’ll be the jury
To send these ratbags to hell
For the crime of thinking they could tell
A Saint what he is not
The years pass but I’m still Hotshot