Batten Down
Whoa man
Batten down the hatches it's in range
I can smell the riches up in flames
Everything to lose, but what's to gain?
They just want your soul for good's exchange
Your luxury will never be the same
One hour you're a king the next you're praying for the rain, yeah
So now you call his name
But it's already been ordained
(News anchor, news anchor) News anchor!
Cameras on, cameras on
Witness you of Babylon everything you're standing on goes
You were steady steppin on
You were upper echelon
We saw theft along the road
You were on poor backs
Not lacking any want
Now paperbacks don't get backed they just front
It's burning to collapse like ash in a blunt
Batten down the hatch make a path for the son
Oh God
Thank you for the rinsing of Yesod
I welcome the crimson of his robe
On white horses we ride and overthrow
The serpent of old just like your word foretold
Batten down the hatches it's in range
I can smell the riches up in flames
Everything to lose, but what's to gain?
They just want your soul for good's exchange
Your luxury will never be the same
One hour you're a king the next you're praying for the rain, yeah
So now you call his name
But it's already been ordained
Batten down the hatches it's in range
I can smell the riches up in flames
Everything to lose, but what's to gain?
They just want your soul for good's exchange
Your luxury will never be the same
One hour you're a king the next you're praying for the rain, yeah
So now you call his name
But it's already been ordained
(News anchor, news anchor) News anchor!
Cameras on, cameras on
Witness you of Babylon everything you're standing on goes
You were steady steppin on
You were upper echelon
We saw theft along the road
You were on poor backs
Not lacking any want
Now paperbacks don't get backed they just front
It's burning to collapse like ash in a blunt
Batten down the hatch make a path for the son
Oh God
Thank you for the rinsing of Yesod
I welcome the crimson of his robe
On white horses we ride and overthrow
The serpent of old just like your word foretold
Batten down the hatches it's in range
I can smell the riches up in flames
Everything to lose, but what's to gain?
They just want your soul for good's exchange
Your luxury will never be the same
One hour you're a king the next you're praying for the rain, yeah
So now you call his name
But it's already been ordained
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Writer(s): Bryce Thomas-trent
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