Our kings

Holding back from near consumption
Starving to taste ourselves and the sensation of an existence
A feast for only the ones who are kings

The outcome of a revolution built to consume its own
The outcome of a revolution built to consume itself

This will contain what has already been said before
The message inclosed will be the one we dread the most

Coming generations will learn that our kings were nothing
but cannibals of their own race not strong enough to be men

And when the young will rise they will tell them
They will tell them

This will contain what has already been said before
The message inclosed will be the one we dread the most

And when the young will rise they will tell them, they will tell them all to go
Go back to your hell
Go back to your hell

Holding back from near consumption
Starving to taste ourselves and the sensation of an existence
A feast for you the one they call a king