He says he's a nihilist
Quaking on a mound of slaughtered kings
Sniffing on solvents
Solving solutions of what the future brings

A royalist and a drunk geezer walk into a bar
Both buy their captors drinks
Accusing the other's gone too far

Uh huh

Just give them enough rope
Just give them enough rope
How can I feel myself when I can't even feel my face?
I've got more stories to tell
But I can't remember time nor place

Just wash your hands
And teach your hostage how to keep them clean
Just watch your neck
And cut the nonsense with Hume's guillotine

He says he's a pacifist
Quaking on a pile of collected things
Tearing at his infant lungs
Whilst the vapor choir sings

He danced with chaos
Lost his feet 'cause chaos chooses you
Just suck the marrow, boy
Don't bite off what you can't chew

Huh

Just give them enough rope
Just give them enough rope
How can I feel myself when I can't even feel my face?
I've got more stories to tell
But I can't remember time nor place

Let's see how the faithful choir sing
Just don't, just don't

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Writer(s): Adam Devonshire, Jonathan Beavis, Joseph Talbot, Lee Kiernan, Mark Bowen