Sadistik

Sadistik - Kill The King lyrics

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[Verse 1: Sadistik]

I ain't a killer, but don't push me

Revenge is like the sweetest joy, exorcise the demon's noise I got inside

Set my sight to “seek/destroy” and watch 'em die

I've yet to find a decent void, to occupy

So I modified my face a bit to get inside this place again

My voice is feeling hoarse—I let it fly and call it Pegasus

So you can take your pick and pick your perk or poison

While I play the prick again to pin your picture perfect ploy on

No—I won't say I'm getting stronger

'Cause what doesn't kill me only makes me wait a little longer

Play the Chupacabra when I take a few more shots of

All the Jamey, booze and vodka 'til I change into a monster

And somehow, it's so real to me

Philistine think-patterns that I fight until I bleed

Still I weave dreamcatchers just so I can steal your dreams

Eyedea told me, “Kill the king”—I don't feel a thing now



[Hook: Deacon the Villain]

I give up everything I've ever had

Give up everything I'll ever be

Throughout my life, I've done the illest things

To pay that price, I gotta kill the king

Give up everything you've ever had

Give up everything you'll ever be

Throughout your life, you've done the illest things

To pay that price, we gotta kill the king (kill the king)



[Verse 2: Sadistik]

Why am I alone, feeling violent inside my skull?

It's all golden, the silence that is mine to own

Dianetics, I suppose, side-effects of highs and lows

Ups and downs, come around, spider webs inside my home

I hope you miss me when I leave

And not beautify my path until I'm getting old and weak

In the suicide capital, the city full of grief breeds

Do-or-die passion for the vitriol I speak

Man I love it, come find me mastering the puppets

In a public—confined, I'm laughing at the others

Six million ways to fly, so choose one

I tried to wing it and failed, until I grew some

I'm looking at the world through these rose-colored glasses

And concluded that it's only full of low-budget actors

With their slow cuts and bad scripts, I'll play the recluse

Yeah I could probably show you the ropes—in the shape of a noose (so hang in there)



[Hook]
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