Dicey

Finally, soon she sees
You're out of luck
Fire, I breathe

Brace yourself, take all the things you need
To prepare a fight against the creed

Yeah
"A little late", I called your bluff
Deadbolted shut, I'm feeling like stuck

Brace yourself, take all the things you need
To prepare a fight against the creed

You'll regret to say, so here I fucking stay
Forever a part, a piece of your display