So young, so brazen and so unholy
I come to you in painted skies
Your broken saint, your ancient story
The living challenge to their liesTrapped in the cold outside
There ain't no shelter
And they want to force my handUntil I take what I want
And break all the lies
That they feed the fucking liars
Smash all the temples
And crawl through the rubble
And cry to the fallenI'm the last of my kind still standing
I'm the last of my kind still standing
I'm aloneA wolf alone upon the hillside
I live on what they throw away
I go to sleep behind the 8 ball
I live to fight for one more dayI'm trapped in the cold outside
There ain't no shelter
And they want to force my handUntil I take what I want
And break all the lies
That they feed the fucking liars
Smash all the temples
And crawl through the rubble
And cry to the fallenTake what I want
And break all the lies
That they feed the fucking liars
Smash all the temples
And crawl through the rubble
And cry to the fallenI'm the last of my kind still standing
I'm the last of my kind still standing
I'm aloneI'm the last of my kind still standing
I'm the last of my kind still standing
Now I'm aloneLast of my kind still standing
Last of my kind still standingLower, lower, lower
Taking me lower
Taking me lower
Taking me lower
Songwriters
Jerry Cantrell;William DuvallPublished by
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