King - Beardfish

And from now on I shall call them skeletons

Because that is what they are

Underneath that stinking flesh

Where does this «spirit» you speak of live

Come where I’ve been chosen King

I will teach your tongue to sting

As poison

What’s your weapon of choice

All it will take are words and a voice

Always listening carefully

Tapped into the spiritual radio of yours

The broadcast is never-ending jibber-jabber

Form your legions in the streets

Mindless slaves in every fleet

Caress their minds with empty promises

You know what you want

That makes it easier

Always listening carefully

Tapped into the spiritual radio of yours

The broadcast is never-ending jibber-jabber

Centers round me, me, me

Come where I’ve been chosen King

I will teach your tongue to sting

To form the words they want to hear if they are true

What do I care

We silence anyone who’s in our way

I hope you know that everyone is for sale

And I have kept my eyes on you

Ever since you were a child

Your lust for power was calling on me

It welcomed me to come inside and assume control

So I did

How could you know that I was evil

Bet you’re sorry now, right?