When hands are caught in my brother's pocket I'll burn my gods down
Within this house of do-it-your-selfishness The blurred lines we're taught to walk don't suit me Words out of both sides of broken mouths The only words that stand to rule me
High brass rings and low glass ceilings Shatter through the expectation This kingdom thrives on disappointment Watch your words and stay complacent
The words are cut into their foreheads There's nothing you can do to take it The ink is stained upon your body The fear, it sinks inside your soul
We walk a path of re-creation A feeling you will never know Reparations for the taking Four vs all
Kings of body, mind, and spirit Took the crown and now we break it The freaks will finally have their say There is nothing you can do to take it