Assassins
Blake Judd
I am everything and no one
Deprave the son
And reigning king
We feel nothing
And are nothing
Traveling elitists
Rejecting weakness
We stand alone
Pride does not die
Kings in your dreams
Slaves to this nightmare
Spat upon
And aged
Yet hailed
Glorious the truth
We feel nothing
And are nothing
Traveling elitists
Rejecting weakness
We stand alone
Pride does not die
Kings in your dreams
Slaves to this nightmare
In the eyes of emotion
Injected with life’s poison
Kings of your dying
Feeding this world
We feel nothing
And are nothing
Traveling elitists
Rejecting weakness
We stand alone
Pride does not die
Kings in your dreams
Slaves to this nightmare