So young, so brazen, so unholy   I come to you in painted skies   Your broken saint, your ancient story   The living challenge to their lies      Trapped in the cold outside   There ain't no shelter   And they want to force my hand      Until I take what I want   And then break all the lies   That they feed, the fucking liars   Smash all the temples   And crawl through the rubble   And cry to the fallen      I'm the last of my kind still standing   I'm alone      A wolf alone upon the hillside   I live on what they throw away   I go to sleep behind the 8-ball   I live to fight for one more day      I'm trapped in the cold outside   There ain't there no shelter   And they want to force my hand      Until I take what I want   And then break all the lies   That they feed, the fucking liars   Smash all the temples   And crawl through the rubble   And cry to the fallen      I'm the last of my kind still standing   I'm alone      (The last of my kind still standing)