Kings

We are the products of hate
We are the ones that you blame
Attention is the poison you crave
We are the ones on the edge
We are the ones on the end
Now we’re the ones that are taking over
You try to fit this circle in your square but
I’m living outside legalistic handcuffs
You try to tell me that I’m never gonna be enough
That’s where you’re wrong
And it’s driving you mad that I’m free
Lie if you want in your bed of hate
We’re not your slaves
We are the kings with a King
Lie if you want in your bed of hate
We’re not your slaves
We are the kings with a King
Create your own decree
To seal our fate with a deed
You are the one that’s screaming murder
We are the ones you expel
We are the ones you repel
As we’re escaping from an execution
You can wear your own chains
You can build your own cage
You can dig your own grave
You can wear your own chains