For Idiots Life

Seems To Be A Game

A Constant Hunt

For Grace And Fame

I Hear Them Laugh

And I Think To Myself

My Life Was Meant

For Something Else

My Throne Is Made Of Heresy

I Detest Your Faith

My Mind Is Filled With Contempt

And Burning Hate



I Am An Uncrowned King

Of Them Human Race

We Are The Masters

And You Are All Our Slaves



For Someones Life

Seems To Be A Dream

Feebleminded Losers

With No Selfesteem

I See Them Fail

And Pride Fills My Mind

I Am A King Of My Kind



King Of My Kind

My Throne Is Made Of Heresy

I Detest Your Faith

My Mind Is Filled With Contempt

And Burning Hate



I Am An Uncrowned King

Of The Human Race

We Are The Masters

And You Are All Our Slaves



Maggots!