Preach out

Listen when I tell that I don't wanna go
Well I don't think I'll leave you 'cause I could've beat them all

Un, dos, tres I

Back then, you didn't care about what I just said
You didn't understand
My God, it's such a shame

And now that days are gone
And nights might overcome
Helpless lids are born like a dog without a bone

Preach out the ritual
Come back, it's pretty visual
Bring us back bread and wine
Angels dead, monsters bite

Bye, bye
Or else you'll bite us

Now put it back
You know you just fucked up
Bring it on
We'll write a song, come and sing along

'Cause friends are meant to
Listen when I tell you that I don't wanna go
I don't think I'll leave you 'cause I could've beat them all

Listen when I tell you that I don't wanna go
I don't think I'll leave you 'cause I could've beat them all

I can't think of what I've done
Fast and wrong
Right or slow