Mandibles - Shadow
Send your demons down to the warehouse
Have them ask a-a-around
And abscond with the glowing remnants
Of a promise waiting to be found
They’ll end up double-crossing
Long on burgers, short on plans
Send in loyal reinforcements
To get the case and cut off their hands
Pre
Ask anyone
And all will say the same:
There ain’t any chance in hell
That guy in heaven will clear your name
Chorus
Mr. Wallace you fallen angel
Guarding the ancient ark you stole
Coveter of the covenant
Had you thought it would make you whole
He sees you sneaking, creeping, pleading
For your place of honor to be restored
He sees no reason to grant you entry
He is never gonna open up those doors
Are you hoping he wants those tablets badly
enough that any organism
With them in hand gets a Scott-free plan
To transcend your earthly prison?
Hate to break it to you mate
But he the big cheese sees all there’s to see
Dirty dealing with deceitful demons
Aren’t exactly his cup of tea