Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill the King, artist - Sadistik. Album song Flowers for My Father, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
Kill the King |
I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me |
Revenge is like the sweetest joy, exorcise the demon’s noise I got inside |
Set my sight to «seek/destroy» and watch ‘em die |
I’ve yet to find a decent void, to occupy |
So I modified my face a bit to get inside this place again |
My voice is feeling hoarse—I let it fly and call it Pegasus |
So you can take your pick and pick your perk or poison |
While I play the prick again to pin your picture perfect ploy on |
No—I won’t say I’m getting stronger |
‘Cause what doesn’t kill me only makes me wait a little longer |
Play the Chupacabra when I take a few more shots of |
All the Jamey, booze and vodka ‘til I change into a monster |
And somehow, it’s so real to me |
Philistine think-patterns that I fight until I bleed |
Still I weave dreamcatchers just so I can steal your dreams |
Eyedea told me, «Kill the king"—I don’t feel a thing now |
I give up everything I’ve ever had |
Give up everything I’ll ever be |
Throughout my life, I’ve done the illest things |
To pay that price, I gotta kill the king |
Give up everything you’ve ever had |
Give up everything you’ll ever be |
Throughout your life, you’ve done the illest things |
To pay that price, we gotta kill the king (kill the king) |
Why am I alone, feeling violent inside my skull? |
It’s all golden, the silence that is mine to own |
Dianetics, I suppose, side-effects of highs and lows |
Ups and downs, come around, spider webs inside my home |
I hope you miss me when I leave |
And not beautify my path until I’m getting old and weak |
In the suicide capital, the city full of grief breeds |
Do-or-die passion for the vitriol I speak |
Man I love it, come find me mastering the puppets |
In a public—confined, I’m laughing at the others |
Six million ways to fly, so choose one |
I tried to wing it and failed, until I grew some |
I’m looking at the world through these rose-colored glasses |
And concluded that it’s only full of low-budget actors |
With their slow cuts and bad scripts, I’ll play the recluse |
Yeah I could probably show you the ropes—in the shape of a noose (so hang in |
there) |