It's all i find i think about,
The voices all around you
Starting to make you blind,
Come on, baby, now it's brain washing time.
Morning will come and you'll still be
Trapped here in your cage,
I'll be gone, i'll be gone far away
The king is dead, long live the fucking king,
When i'd do almost any single little thing for you.
And my stomach's balled up in a knot.
I feel the cold knife blade of disgust
You can fuck me and i hate you,
You can hate me and i fuck you,
Isn't that what this is all about?
The future's not all it's cracked up to be,
Your empire's in flames and
Your kingdom's out of power
On his grave are crushed one dozen