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Hail to one and all our heathen kings

Pushing out disbelief on everything

Pictures painted for prosperity

Evil in the eyes I do believe

Call em out for making up the rule

Better be a bastard than a fool

You may find your answer much too soon

Might as well be a dancer on the moon

When the dreams and nightmares are done

And you’re left with nowhere to run

You can trust the fight has only begun

Greed and hate motivate us to devour

Desecrate destruction of the power

Mind and will forever shall be free

As you kneel in hope in front of me

With your dreams and nightmares unfurled

And the stones of hatred are hurled

Clutching to this confiscated world

Solo

Fall into a grave that’s marked “too soon”

The thing that’s meant to save is killing you

Faces in the sand, never shall we learn

Confiscated world continues to burn