| Soulless, back-eyed razorblade-tooth bite
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| You smell the blood leading your way to the wounded
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| Feast on the weak!
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| The tears we cry are the salt you need to survive
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| Draggin' down what used to build you up
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| You’re no messiah
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| You wonder why you’re going under
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| Keeping up your crown
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| You’re
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| You’re the King of your world
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| But we won’t bow down to you
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| No we won’t bow down!
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| Forcin' your teeth further into our skin
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| Rip it all apart, take over everything
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| We won’t bow down to you anyway
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| Yeah, you are not our king
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| You are just an endless nightmare
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| Feast on the week!
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| We starve, you stuff and stuff and stuff until there’s nothing left
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| Feast on the week, you make me sick!
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| Draggin' down what used to build you up
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| You’re no messiah
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| You wonder why you’re going under
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| Keeping up your crown
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| The war against yourself is endless
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| You’re fighting, losing all your chances
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| You fall down to your knees
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| Now beggin' to please
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| Bow out of your war and
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| Fight nevermore
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| Draggin' down what used to build you up
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| You’re no messiah
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| You wonder why you’re going under
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| Keeping up your crown
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| Draggin' down what used to build you up
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| You’re no messiah
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| You wonder why you’re going under
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| Keeping up your crown
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| You’re the King of your world
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| But we won’t bow down to you
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| No we won’t bow down! |