Iron

I am made of iron you are not the same as I am when I
Call to heathens they respond with glee

I am made of fire you don't stoke me any longer when I
Hear the cracking please just set me free

I am made of iron you are not the same as I am when I
Call to heaven I can hear them sing

I am not the lion you don't stroke me any longer when I
Hear the whips I don't trust anything

I can feel the devil pulling he's a martyr for the stuff
You fear nothing's in your naturе

I can hear the angels singing blaming all thеir
Problems on the lower classes all in favour

Bring them self doubt

Faulty catch
Of the day
Brains delatched
Now decay
Amorphous
Selfishness
Screaming pits
Notioned horde
Of trite
Hypocrites
Godliness
Sexual health
As well
Down we fell
More to sell
Feels like hell