Verse 1. Standing here on this burning bridge. Trying to figure out but there’s nothing here. Seem like they got the fear. Cattle grids rattle gold chains pay it back. Just cancel the chickens. And tell your son that he should steal the gold. Chorus 1. The kings send their knights. Check these soul satellites. Test transmission. Is calling me back home(x2). Verse 2. To messed up to perform this cant you see ill only miss you now and memories. They get washed to the seas. Feeding tape through the fabric must tune in. Unless you’re trapped tomorrow. And get out the sun get out before it gets you back. Chorus 2. The kings send their knights. Check there souls satellites. Test transmission. Is calling me back home(x2)