Taint - Cours Èt Conquistadors lyrics

You can't buy love and you cannot buy me The courts and conquistadors won't get Their shackles on me This neuro-coliseum, it hosts battles With sun up and thumbs down, and blood on sand And wine on gown Lynched and stabbed, daggers drawn from all quarters Their voracity revealed as drool and sand They kiss! A marriage made in Hades (that's hell to you) I pronounce thee Hell and Hellish, devils! And I'll tread your road, live on.