The Viking - Pompeii

Mount your plans onto a bow

Pull back your arm, release and throw

Your ducks are lined up in a row

But your aim is off, you shoot too low

But if you’re smart enough to know where this is going

Please don’t tell me, I’d rather have you just lie

Come to terms, fix the consequence of your actions

Get it together, just try

Lock down your lungs

Steel trap your tongues

Words are getting carried away

Twisted and bent, contorted to fit

All the things you would never say

They can and will be used against you

Pressed until you’re spread out thin

Slipping through cracks, still turning your back

Even though you could get stuck again

But if you’re smart enough to know where this is going

Please don’t tell me, I’d rather have you just lie

Come to terms, fix the consequence of your actions

Get it together, just try

But if you’re smart enough to know where this is going

Please don’t tell me, I’d rather have you just lie

Come to terms with the consequence of that action

Get it together, just try