Tyrant
No guilt, only greed
You take what you want
What you want is what we need
An army of death holds up your throne
In an empire built on blood and bones
What you get is what you see
A pair of cuffs masquerading as liberty
Bow down to the old regime
Existing solely to stomp on our f*cking dreams
Bleeding just to grease the palms of those who deceive
We will be the scum
That seeps into your wounds
And drags you through the mud
Into your concrete tomb