| Murdering royalty
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| Is my only fucking birthright
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| The torch lights the path that we march at night
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| I wanna see them all tied up
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| To the mast of the triple six dreadnaught
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| I got a spiritual sickness
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| I didn’t kill god but I killed the witness
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| The king has met his match
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| He’s got an itch on his neck
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| That only a dagger will scratch
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| They want mountain air
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| But they’re afraid of heights
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| They want a metaphor
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| How about a knife fight
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| Heads of authority hang decoration
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| Total fucking freedom is my declaration
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| Don’t invite me to your nightlife shit
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| The clubs I like got spikes through it
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| Your god’s a terrorist
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| I leap from the parapet
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| I’m severing the trinity cus I am the cerberus
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| Seven heads and ten horns
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| Scarlet beast carved in blasphemous names
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| I’m sniping from the hip enthralled with pain
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| No more a spiritual sickness
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| I did kill god and I fucked the witness
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| So don’t invite me to your nightlife shit
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| The clubs I like got spikes through it
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| All beasts have but one name
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| So pick your deceiver
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| Just know when your time comes |
| I’ll be your usurper |