Sabertooth
Soar, pick up your sword
Soar, pick up your sword
A thousand teeth are gonna sink into your neck
If you don't fight it first you'll meet a quicker end
So sharpen stone on rock until you've turned it sand
No time for preparations or precautions in the main event
Burning throat under the churning breath
State your name and say it with your chest
You got a long road ahead of you
So keep your head held high against the sabertooth
Soar, pick up your sword
Soar, pick up your sword
Onward and onward untowards
Danger, danger, trapped inside the role of a savior
I got a bad, bad feeling 'bout this blood and it's flavor
Too deep to get out
Cut a twist in his tongue if he won't come out
Too young to die now
Soar, pick up your sword
Soar, pick up your sword
The cat fell out of the bag and what a hell of a bite
Cut across the road screaming, screaming into the night
Feeling fear, pain, pride and brimstone enter your brain
But you're too cool, calm, collected in the face of your fate
Burning throat under the churning breath
State your name and say it with your chest
You got a long road ahead of you
So keep your head held high against the sabertooth
Soar, pick up your sword
Soar
Soar, pick up your sword
A thousand teeth are gonna sink into your neck
If you don't fight it first you'll meet a quicker end
So sharpen stone on rock until you've turned it sand
No time for preparations or precautions in the main event
Burning throat under the churning breath
State your name and say it with your chest
You got a long road ahead of you
So keep your head held high against the sabertooth
Soar, pick up your sword
Soar, pick up your sword
Onward and onward untowards
Danger, danger, trapped inside the role of a savior
I got a bad, bad feeling 'bout this blood and it's flavor
Too deep to get out
Cut a twist in his tongue if he won't come out
Too young to die now
Soar, pick up your sword
Soar, pick up your sword
The cat fell out of the bag and what a hell of a bite
Cut across the road screaming, screaming into the night
Feeling fear, pain, pride and brimstone enter your brain
But you're too cool, calm, collected in the face of your fate
Burning throat under the churning breath
State your name and say it with your chest
You got a long road ahead of you
So keep your head held high against the sabertooth
Soar, pick up your sword
Soar
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Writer(s): Colton King
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