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

Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2017

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