You live your life as an illustrious king,
But truth be told you're nothing more than a contemptible diamond,
A value of which would emerge the humor in peasants,

And turn the cheeks of mournful beggars.

Go ahead and tell them all,

Tell them just what they all wanted to hear,
Go ahead and show them all,
Show them that your true colors are not what they appear.

And lead your army of darkness,
Beguile them to comply with your every detraction.


As if drinking blood wasn't enough,
You are the martyr of man,
A soulless beast that's driven by malice,

You pry on the weak, past the bend to the break,
You'd cut the throats of the hopeless,
Just to feed off their faith.


And look at what its done for you,
It built you an empire that which proves your fate,

And look at what its done for you,
Its branded a mark of which you'll never escape.


And that's ok,
'cause you're fine with that,
Because in your head we're all the ones to blame,

Your pride is too high, and your walls are too strong,
You'd never let things go,
and see that what's been done has been done.


But I know the truth you bury deep inside,
You're a coward, a foe, its behind your sheep that you hide,

You've fooled them all,
But it's the last laugh you'll get from me,
You're not the "God" you portrayed to be.


Go ahead and tell them all.
You pawn your misfortunes on those around you,

So that you'd never have to take the blame,
Your stubborn grudges, and your childish banter,
They're getting played out,

Just get the $#&@ over it!