You call it yours but you don't own it
You call us toys but we don't give a shit
We do this for ourselves it's our true love
So fucking pass your judgment on
On down to the new, to the innocent
Kick your shit downhill. You can't fade this, you can't fade us. You sit on top your throne,
I am taking it from you
There are no "Gods" out here only the brave and few
And when I have your throne I'll burn it to the ground
No such named leader just the people of the crowd
You need them, they're what feeds your flame, Without their worship you'll lose your sight
You need them to feel alive
Your empire will fall
King of the junk yard
You lead to nothing
Starve your world, mourn it's death.