Creating a King

Fool, what they mistake me to be

A target on my back and more bounty claimed

You think I’ll run?

You just became my prey.

When we meet face to face,

You will meet your grave

They say I’m scorn as a winner

They try to paint me a sinner

Go on berate me I was born for your weaponry

Obliterate any sign of me

Come on ordain yourself with my dismay,

That’s okay

Drown me again in pain,

You’re creating a king

Doomed, is what they want me to own

Lay in a bed of lies and call it my home

You think I’ll bow?

You’ll reap just what you sow

Sometimes silence will build you a throne

They say I’m scorn as a winner

They try to paint me a sinner

Go on berate me I was born for your weaponry

Obliterate any sign of me

Come on ordain yourself with my dismay,

That’s okay

Drown me again in pain,

You’re creating a king

I am the beast you have denied

Bound and shackled, left to die

Does this make you satisfied?

You think you’re something so divine

Using power as a spine

Can you look me in the eyes?

Go on berate me I was born for your weaponry

Obliterate any sign of me

Come on ordain yourself with my dismay,

That’s okay

Drown me again in pain,

You’re creating a king