Lords Of Tresserhorn
Tim Macuga, Giles Corey
I can stay up late
Whenever I want
And other than that
It's nothing like I'd thought
I guess I thought I'd know
What I'm doing by now
But I know nothing
A slave in gold, that all conform to
And I know it very well
I am mortgaged to the irrational thought
That we are always
We are always, we are always on top
We are always, we are always on top
We are always, we are always on top
We are always, we are always on top
And nothing will ever go wrong
Nothing will ever go wrong
Nothing will ever go wrong
Nothing will ever go wrong
Nothing will ever go wrong
Nothing will ever go wrong