Slaves Lyrics

The ides of March the knives go in
The king is dead from a**assins
When power it is up for grabs
Then murder to them is not mad
You'll end up lying in your grave
Power it does so deprave
You'll end up lying in your grave
They'll risk it all to power slaves
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They don't care if you"re right or wrong
They'll kill the weak respect the strong
For if you"re bad
Or if you"re good
It's power only that's understood
You'll end up lying in the soil
They'll risk it all for power toil
They'll mourn you at your death
Mouth their grief poisonous breath
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You'll end up lying in your grave
Power it does so deprave
They"ll risk it all to power slaves
You'll end up lying in the soil
They'll risk it all for power toil
They'll mourn you at your death
Mouth their grief poisonous breath
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To power each one is a w****
Your guts lie bleeding on the floor
One day their turn will come to cry
And then in terror p*** and cry
You'll end up lying in your grave
Power it does so deprave
You'll end up lying in your grave
They'll risk it all to power slaves
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But now they murder, murder me
Leave me on the floor to bleed
They murder without regret
For power all things
Do forget
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|: They are slaves :|