The throne of Lucifer

You couldn't beat down the Irish Neither the Scots too What makes you think your royal Do you believe your blood is blue In truth you should look for answers Brought up in a lie since conception Nothing between those ears Only corrupt deception You are no more royal than the dirt on my shoe Everything you ever touched is open for abuse Let the bullets fly let the cannons fire Let them come your way It's the people's desire What makes you think you are royal Do you believe your blood is blue It's ok you might be forgiven You are genetically twisted Past down through your line Maybe you will see the truth in time No more desire for any royal line You sit upon the throne of a lucifarian dream A puppet to a fallen master It must be warm on the throne of Lucifer Your time is up put down your mantle It's time to bulldoze time to dismantle Your system is corrupt a satanic inception Your blood is not blue It's full of deception.