King

And from now on I shall call them skeletons
Because that is what they are
Underneath that stinking flesh
Where does this «spirit» you speak of live
Come where I’ve been chosen King
I will teach your tongue to sting
As poison
What’s your weapon of choice
All it will take are words and a voice
Always listening carefully
Tapped into the spiritual radio of yours
The broadcast is never-ending jibber-jabber
Form your legions in the streets
Mindless slaves in every fleet
Caress their minds with empty promises
You know what you want
That makes it easier
Always listening carefully
Tapped into the spiritual radio of yours
The broadcast is never-ending jibber-jabber
Centers round me, me, me
Come where I’ve been chosen King
I will teach your tongue to sting
To form the words they want to hear if they are true
What do I care
We silence anyone who’s in our way
I hope you know that everyone is for sale
And I have kept my eyes on you
Ever since you were a child
Your lust for power was calling on me
It welcomed me to come inside and assume control
So I did
How could you know that I was evil
Bet you’re sorry now, right?