Dan Bull - X-Triptych lyrics

Welcome to the next generation Man, I feel like a superstar in a high powered supercar Shoot for the stars, no stopping me, I'm revving up a cacophony Doesn't matter whatever you offer me Won't swap it for anything, honestly The road ahead of me's calling And pole position is where I've just got to be I'm an ace in a race, set a pace That'll take you to a range of places Make you say, "Ooh, great, amazing" A trail in my wake as I blaze away 'Cause it's the way that I make my paper Do me a favour: Get out of my way, bruh Boy racer with places to be So it's safe to say I'll see you later Forza Motorsport, will open doors to a sort of ocean port That'll flow a course from coast to shores, the poetry of motion's yours Saddle up, we're going on tour, you'll ride astride your chosen horse Through a load of applause, such force You were only supposed to blow the doors Horsepower, galloping gallantly, shoot for the stars, Galileo Galilei Hey! Don't prang my McClaren, geez, the tab to patch up the damage Is grand as your annual salary and apparently you just cannot handle me So hand me the keys as I shoot for the stars blasting these supercars To a brand new galaxy Yeah, uh, yeah Let's go There's dead on every street, the city's a cemetery So evidently, you better believe it's better to get up and leave If that's something you'll ever achieve Well then you will need to get a bit mean With the endless sea of horrendous beings That'll see your flesh as a delicacy They want to find out how your meat tastes One bite is all it takes Should you make a small mistake They'll make you their next gourmet steak The stakes have been raised, son Can you stave the invasion? From the cradle to the grave, you'll save All walks of life and d**h when you slay them I'll make tools, then I slay fools Though I break rules, stay faithful To the label of a fellow cutting straight through you From the nape of the neck to the navel Maybe it's painful, maybe it's not I don't know, your brains are all rotten And though you may have forgotten the way that it was I won't let you forget when I take you to God With a homemade blade aimed straight at your schnoz I don't suppose there'll be that much tissue left To let you blow your nose And so it goes on, the contagion continues It'll blatantly take every grain of the patience And latent frustration that's waiting within you Sk** Yeah, uh, yeah Let's take it back Rome, the place I name as my home Made it my own and I'll die before I see it overthrown I'm one of the most valiant fighters, I'm known as Marius Titus This city's in my blood as valuable as my life is With all of the troops, Legions at hand We're ruling a huge region of land Reaching through France and even Britannia And for that, we've Caesar to thank For seizing it and I think of the man When I'm leading a siege and I see that the ranks Are in need of command, eager to mangle A people as weak as we are grand Ryse This isn't my kind of war, the thing that I'm fighting for Gibbon's Decline and Fall didn't begin describing all The wicked things that Titus saw, his sight is raw, his eyes are sore Lives withdrawn with violent force, civilian k**ing with knives and swords Now my kids and wife are torn asunder, souls all but plundered I hunger for vengeance on the men responsible, I've called their number I'm a lord of thunder striding right in with the force and might Of lightning strikes, I will never bore or tire Of war or fighting, Ryse Welcome to the next generation