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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Last King
The Last King
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Horton
Brett Horton
Songwriter
Jack Eaton
Jack Eaton
Songwriter
Chantz Mello
Chantz Mello
Songwriter
Derek Falanga
Derek Falanga
Songwriter
Andrew Shea
Andrew Shea
Songwriter

Lyrics

Something's not right A white hot sensation is burning the backs of my eyes A cognitive aberration taking hold of my mind I find I have a lust for precious life And now it's time for all to die A scathing violence dwells deep in my soul Vacuous eyes cursed always to know Body goes limp as brain loses control And now I am fading Break the bones of they Who weep At the power of my hand Is this mine? Please make this a cerebral glitch that will quickly pass by State of confusion reigning supreme I can't fight this monster deep within me Presence so foreign, yet so innate As if I were put here to eradicate Feeding on you slaves I'm your God now suck on blood-soaked ground One more horrid sound Gash exposed the brain Finally escaped From its cage of dull insipid waste Just more open space For we kings of death Perhaps this aberration can form a symbiosis A gifted blessed union Come from the stars above A superseded conscience most Could only dream of I finally see the truth This putrid fucking state I'll do you all a favor Grind your bodies into fucking waste Human fucking life is what I crave Feeding on you slaves I'm your God now, suck on blood-soaked ground One more horrid sound Gash exposed the brain Finally escaped From its cage of waste Just more open space For we kings I feel this aberration giving me control
Writer(s): Jack Eaton, Brett Horton, Chantz Mello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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