Despite what I would have anyone believe
The taste has bittered through the years
My wings pale, weak and bend now take leave
Make precious words cut through my fears...
According to my client, there were promises made
And these were not fulfilled
You will meet his demands, or he will not release...
The last living hostage
Although I've been beaten with everything allowed
This will's turned harder than your stones
I break not 'cause I crumble, I purposely bow
As precious words saw through my bones
According to my client, there were promises made
And these were not fulfilled
You will meet his demands, or he will not release...
The last living hostage
Please, please, right my wrongs
Please, please, show them where I belong
Where I belong
According to my client, there were promises made
And these were not fulfilled
You will meet his demands, or he will not release...
The last living hostage