Mr Malum

Verso 1 Mr. Malum's got a sec--ret, he keeps on giv-ing spee-ches. Just a whisperinng pre--cision, that cuts through hesitation. With a sharp and able wit to keep the dogs at bay. Pre-Refrão When the truth arrives, you wont believe your eyes. He's triumph's pessimist, but he's no less content. With the wo-rld in the grip of his hands, He'll crush the air out of it's lungs. Say we don't want him to have it all, But now it's just too late to ask, Because his hold has turned so tight. Verso 2 His puppets to the left and his pawns to line the right, But every eye is front and cen--ter, a cruel intoxication, From the sap that trickles down his branches to their mouths. Pre-Refrão When the truth arrives, you wont believe your eyes. A vicious champion, but he's no less content. With the wo-rld in the grip of his hands, He'll crush the air out of it's lungs. Say we don't want him to have it all, But now it's just too late to ask, Because his hold has turned so tight. BRIDGE The air we're barely breathings not enough, And this final gasp that rattles us to bed, The last thing that we will see, is Mr. Malum. Tighten his tie, When he slips on his suit, A link to cuff, And the shine of his shoes. But when the truth arrived, you didn't trust your eyes. SOLO/Refrão: Say we don't want him to have it all, But now it's just too late to ask, OUTRO You had your chance, but you turned away again. You had your chance, but you turned away again. You had your chance, but you turned your eyes away again.