Our Kings - Miss May I

Holding back from near consumption

Starving to taste ourselves

And the sensation of an existence

Feast for only the ones who are kings

The outcome of a revolution built to consume itself

The outcome of a revolution built to consume its own

This will contain what has already been said before

The message enclosed 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

This will contain what has already been said before

The message enclosed will be the one we dread the most

And when the young will rise they will tell them all to go

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