Sixthells
The King Is Dead
[Verse 1]
Now its time for the poor
To rise up the core
Take over the laws
Climb over the walls
Take what's mine
Finally falling down hard
I'm glad to see these rich guys stressing for their lives
Like it never happened in their past times
Feeling like you put my eyes on a strobe light
I can't move
I can't see
I can't breath
Until then yeah I'm unable feast

[Verse 2]
Stack guns
Drop bombs
Whatever it take to kill em all
Stack guns
Drop bombs
It only take one to rule em all
Yeah fuck
Yeah fuck
Can you stop this it's too fucked up
Stop shooting everyone
Start spreading how you think
Help your brothers out
Stop the greed you're just a fucking kid eh