Woke up in a century that didn’t want me ‘round
Ice still in my marrow, dragging shadows on the ground
They told me I’m a hero, put a star upon my chest
But the only thing I’m good for is putting souls to rest
I’ve got seventy years of killing saved up in my right hand
And I’m gonna paint the highway red across this promised land.
So don’t talk to me of mercy, don’t talk to me of light
I’m a cold-blooded phantom in the middle of the night
If I gotta step on brothers, if I gotta walk on bone
I’ll build a throne of vibranium and sit there all alone
My flag is stained with oil, my boots are caked in red
And I don’t care if I’m the next one lying dead.
Bucky’s gone to winter, and Peggy’s in the clay
The world I tried to save, well, it rotted anyway
I used to check my fire, used to pull my punches back
But now I’m just a freight train running blind upon the track
You’re a face without a name, you’re a bug beneath my heel
You can’t bargain with the soldier, and you can’t outrun the steel.
Thump... Thump... Thump...
That’s the sound of the shield hitting the floor.
That’s the sound of me not caring anymore.
Dig a hole for the villains, dig a hole for the "free"
Just make sure there’s a shallow one waiting there for me.
Yeah, don’t talk to me of mercy, don’t talk to me of light
I’m the star-spangled Reaper coming for your life tonight
If I gotta step on brothers, if I gotta walk on bone
I’ll build a throne of wreckage and I’ll sit there all alone
My flag is burnt to ashes, my conscience is a lead
And I don't give a damn if I’m the next one lying dead.
Lay me down in Arlington...
Or leave me in the mud...
The price of your "freedom"...
Always was... my... blood.
