Kinged Songtext
von Fugitive Droids
Kinged Songtext
Where is the gold?
House not his home
Friends with the snakes
Slither and wait for the moment to strike
Wallow in our decay, you′ll stay protected anyway
Brazen bastard, what are you after?
Keep posturing we'll, we′ll count the days
Failure to pay
Mislead the way
Accuse and lie
Spit in the eye that exposes everything
Wallow in our decay, you'll stay protected anyway
Helping your friends increase dividends
Fabricate and misplace the blame
Socially insufficient
Cabinet crammed full of piss ants
Pay for the victim's silence
Disgusting piece of human garbage
Look, there′s such unity
These people think they′re just like me
I've found the phrases I can speak
To gain their abject loyalty
Make sure they don′t believe it
Accusations of sexual violence
Elevate so we can all regress
Sweep all the foul mess under the carpet
Torches so we can see
The faces of our enemies
Illuminate the swelling sea
Of fingers pointing straight at me
Course is plot for the seabed
Flight planned to Marianas
Piloted by ignoramus
No escape from disappointment
Show your true intent
Tell them what you meant
Show your true intent
Tell them what you meant
In brazen fashion
Broadcasting every action
Redact until it's all gray then
Move the margins straight off of the page
House not his home
Friends with the snakes
Slither and wait for the moment to strike
Wallow in our decay, you′ll stay protected anyway
Brazen bastard, what are you after?
Keep posturing we'll, we′ll count the days
Failure to pay
Mislead the way
Accuse and lie
Spit in the eye that exposes everything
Wallow in our decay, you'll stay protected anyway
Helping your friends increase dividends
Fabricate and misplace the blame
Socially insufficient
Cabinet crammed full of piss ants
Pay for the victim's silence
Disgusting piece of human garbage
Look, there′s such unity
These people think they′re just like me
I've found the phrases I can speak
To gain their abject loyalty
Make sure they don′t believe it
Accusations of sexual violence
Elevate so we can all regress
Sweep all the foul mess under the carpet
Torches so we can see
The faces of our enemies
Illuminate the swelling sea
Of fingers pointing straight at me
Course is plot for the seabed
Flight planned to Marianas
Piloted by ignoramus
No escape from disappointment
Show your true intent
Tell them what you meant
Show your true intent
Tell them what you meant
In brazen fashion
Broadcasting every action
Redact until it's all gray then
Move the margins straight off of the page
Writer(s): Aaron Bran Sowell, Charles Nicholson Donnelly, James Michael Hoffman, Jason Allen Pulley, John Kipling Wright, Josh Ramón Sparks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
