Let's Be Kings

i wanna see the astral plane so i'll use clairvoyance to track you down i love your avoidance, your chat-less ghost town throw me the barbed chains; let's make 'em feel excruciating pain i'm ready for this—this disorganized scheme to reign are you ready to win? win this pretty little game? i'd kill to love—to feel something and i'd love to kill, to change something i love to be controversial, but this is no opinion it’s no opinion i know what you're thinking so grab your gun! we're gonna be kings! yeah, all these mothers and fathers think it's necessary to keep f***ing we don't need any more useless little dolls so let's just be kings strap us to the throne and feed us all the people i wanna taste the blood from a brain like yours appeal to their senses, pull’ em part at the core they don't need their arms or their ears, or their eyes, or their brains they don't use 'em anyway, obviously 'cause this place is crashing down let's end what's ending everything else it's okay to be different there's too many f***ing people anyway i love to be full of s***, but this s***’s right ‘cause i know exactly what you're thinking i've got my gun! i'm gonna be king! yeah, all you mothers and fathers love to tell me what you think is right have you ever thought that you could be wrong? i'm gonna be king and you're gonna be g o n e