Blankets of Bullets

I keep my kings in the back row, but I will taste my glory

Their crowns lined up, they look so good

Gold medals are rare here and silver straight up dominates

As my skin gets thinner, my body gets cold

Get down or dodge blankets of bullets, oh you know how opportunity seems to never stay on its feet

The sky falls as chemicals react, I guess ill wait in line for this one

The victims will come back for their revenge with a motive and a truck full of motivation

This ships the first to sing while it's the last to go down drowning

I keep my kings in the back row, but I will taste my glory

Their crowns lined up, they look so good