Verse 1 Minimum wage messiah in a Value Stop cage Stocking up sins on a nine-to-five stage Trailer park halo, rusted crown Past don’t stay buried in this nowhere town Book came back like a bad rerun One dumb brag and the curse begun Family blood in the margin lines Williams name etched through space and time Pre-Breakdown Wisconsin dirt Knows my name Small town hell Big screen pain Breakdown POWER—FIST BOLTED—ON METAL HAND UNTIL DAWN NOT A HERO JUST A SCAR DESTINY DRUNK AT THE BAR Chorus Not the chosen one Just the last alive Prophecy laughs While the ratings climb Episodes bleed Season to season I don’t end evil I just give it a reason Verse 2 Sidekick saints in a busted ride One with faith, one with rage inside Ink in the veins, pages in skin Living footnote to the book of sin Author’s blood wants the crown Cult in suits trying to lock it down Ancient order with a modern gun Secret wars never really done Pre-Breakdown 2 Sumerian vows Broken and bent Knights fall fast On a budget spent Chorus Every week it comes back worse Same damn spell, new damn curse Laughing through guts on the cutting room floor Cancelled lives, renewed gore Final Breakdown (TV Callouts) TRAILER—PARK—HELL VALUE—STOP—SPELL FRIENDS DIE FAST BUT THE JOKES LAND WELL SEASONS ROT BLOOD RAIN FALLS CLIFFHANGER SCREAMS AS THE DEADITE CALLS Outro Dad’s ghost yelling from the past Time keeps breaking, never lasts If the world ends after episode ten Guess I’ll save it… Next season then.
