Fit for a King

All you know you think is dead

Why can't you despair

With all your self-contempt

Seeking in a world with time to steal

Living rules, conniving fools

Collect your prize of world demise

Your rotting flesh, no more, no less

A living thing fit for a king

Hiding in the sewers

Redemption in misery

Today there's a chance for admission

Too high for a man to pay

With broken wings, conformity

Your word has spread a staring death

Your rotting flesh, no more, no less

A living thing fit for a king

(Woah)

Breaking through the surface

Straight into the furnace

Rising from the ashes

Welcoming the flames

The flames

Enter or be flamed

Your rotting flesh, no more, no less

A living thing, fit for a king

Your rotting flesh, no more, no less

A living thing, fit for a king