Woorden:
Arise Kings Of A Cloned Generation

throne, king of a cloned generation, let's inherit our throne, kings of a human creation. Inherit the throne, king of a cloned generation, let's inherit our throne, kings of a

's a newpolished "45, it boosts your ego and the trigger makes you king, innocence can't cut the troaths of your victims, in your head there's a plague

You accomplished nothing and now it's to late, you chose wich game to play and now it's game over. [Chorus] Your mind is divided and you have lost

Breathing fire, our hollow eyes are blind. These poisoned wells are keeping our throaths dry. We seek freedom while we hang in chains, can't think clearly

This was once a beautiful place, but now it's dead, we killed it long ago. With dusted eyes and dry mouths we are trying to survive. We're exposed to

and keeps your life in pain. Power, released by your misleading gods, (a) servant, but high above the rest. Only one don't need a sect to conquer, expose