In a decrepit daze, the war King sits on his throne
Snakes slithering through brains, spreading their poison
And it is accepted as truth
Faceless tears flood the land with pools forming at his feet
He’s so much bigger than us, our knowledge knows
And so we fight amongst ourselves about how to overthrow him
Scratch our eyes blind
Scathing denials are our story
Feed me back.
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