Incessant Mace
Chris Cornell / Kim Thayil
So he's afraid he'll suffer his father's fate
Two sets of silverware, cups and plates
Two bloody hands and bleeding hearts
But don't feel it's not too late to start
Only the photographs on your wall
Are chained and down your hall
Reminding you of all the days
When you collected hell to pay
Well hell to pay
I said it's not too late
No, it's not too late
Incessant mace
Incessant mace
Oh God I can see it
You know it's incessant mace
Magazine stacks and broken backs
Are what you get for piling stacks
Beneath your treasure chest
You wonder why you're under stress (you're under stress)
I said it's not too late
No, it's not too late
Incessant Mace
It's not too late
Incessant mace
Incessant mace
Incessant mace
Incessant mace
Oh God I can see it
You know it's incessant mace