Black Songtext / Lyric

R.I.P. Sanity
Black Lyrics

Hail to the king,
but the king is cruel. Judgement is served,
this tyrant is you.

We break our backs,
with the crack of a whip,
we will not fall,
we will not give in.

If I had half a mind,
I'd still be twice
the man you are.

Remove my spine;
I'd still stand with
more conviction than you know.

A tyrant is not created,
a tyrant is born.

What's one more little scar,
between these new
friends of our's?

When your silver tongue
can be bought for a fee,
we cast you out.

By my hand a
servant will rise,
who will grow to
be the voice of a nation.

From up on high minions
plot your fall,
you'll be made to
pay for your crimes.

Abject punishment from
this genocide divide.