Текст песни brimstone - King Of My Kind
brimstone - King Of My Kind слова песни
For idiots lifeSeems to be a gameA constant huntFor grace and fameI hear them laughAnd I think to myselfMy life was meantFor something elseMy throne is made of heresyI detest your faithMy mind is filled with contemptAnd burning hateI am an uncrowned kingOf them human raceWe are the mastersAnd you are all our slavesFor someones lifeSeems to be a dreamFeebleminded losersWith no selfesteemI see them failAnd pride fills my mindI am a king of my kindKing of my kindMy throne is made of heresyI detest your faithMy mind is filled with contemptAnd burning hateI am an uncrowned kingOf the human raceWe are the mastersAnd you are all our slavesMaggots!