The Art Of Disease

The Art Of Disease - Far West Battlefront

A king among men is a sight to behold

But in the end when you get back to basics

The king is myth his crown only the surface

He hides will not reveal his intention

Crawls through the mud

Hold aloft the torch

Burn the fields to flush out the serpent

Watch him fall from grace

Your smile a gift to another's misfortune

Another's misfortune is something

We're led to believe is worth our time

My patience wearing thin

As I await that perfect time to strike

Your b******t sentiment for the fox in the trap

Is the reasoning behind his scheme

The reason he will kill again

This god like sculptured image

That they all have set in their mind

Each breath you take is an insult

I wish everlasting pain upon you

I will I'm gonna watch him burn

Watch him f**king burn

Watch the w*****p sick to the stomach

Such a falsely glorified monarch

Turn around check the shadows

There's a wolf and he's right beside you

Hungry for your flesh

My vision my purpose

One notion one goal

It's time to vacate the throne

The king now dead

He's laying beneath the ashes

But when when you get back to basics

My dagger doesn't make a dent

It does not scratch the surface

My poison doesn't even infect

This germ that I've tried to create

Will not inform the masses

Will not inform the masses

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king

Long live the king