WELL DONE!

Bells rung
Send the mail up high to the sky home that I fell from
Bail us out the bond, mask over my eyes just like a welder
Tailspun outta binds, baptized in the fires of flaw and failures
I tried to tell you
You never gon' get a rise out of a real one

Tough like Ryan spelt Orion size heavyweight titles on a belt, son
Flying in on the wide eye of the maelstrom, wild side that I hail from
I see you ain't moved in a while
Ain't gonna lie, you probably should getcha sails up
Time'll tell who the hell won

Promise I don't know who assailed ya
Bear cubs, head hunt, voila, they probably threw it for breadcrumbs
Provided shelter (shelter)
Dug well enough to find us some kind of wealth (kind of wealth, yeah)
Minding to myself
Gumboots, the bottom started to melt some, felt stuck
Steel cut knives showing the shield love
Spill blood

From this action, we see the priest's responsibility toward the congregation and towards the Gods