Conviction lyrics

Put your tie on and tug up

Hide yourself behind

Your three piece suit

To fool the world

And gamble on and on

Raise your stake go for round lot

Take our worldly goods

And waste our money

That we gave to you in trust

In trust

Corrupt curator

You cheat the gallows and decamp

Conviction

We're goin' to get ya

Conviction

We're gonna burn your hiding place

Style your hair and grease your hands

Constrict your big, fat belly

With a belt and play

The games you play the best

At last

Always been a bucketeer

Made good gain by accident

And climbed the ladder

With our money and estate

Sorry fate

Corrupt curator

You cheat teh gallows and decamp

Conviction

We're goin' to get ya

Conviction

We're gonna burn your hiding place

• Artist:Primal Fear
• Album:Unbreakable (2012)