WELL DONE! (Alt Live Version)

[Verse]

Bells rung

Sent the mail up high to the sky home that I fell from

Bail us out the bond, mask over my eyes just like a welder

Tailspun outta binds, baptized in the fires of flaw and failures

I tried to tell ya

You never gon' get a rise out of a real one

Tough like rye or spelt, Orion-sized heavyweight titles on the belt, son

Flying in on the wide eye of the maelstrom, wild side I hail from

I see you ain't moved in a while

Ain't gon' lie, you probably should get your sails up

Time will tell who the hell won

Promise I don't know who assailed ya

Bear cubs, head hunt, wallah, they probably do it for breadcrumbs

Providing shelter

Dug well enough to find us some kind of wealth

Mining through myself, gumboots

The bottom started to melt some, I felt stuck

Steel-cut knives showing the shield love

Spill blood

[Outro]

From this action

We see the priest's responsibility towards the congregation as towards the gods

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