Our Kings

Holding back from near consumption
Starving to taste ourselves
And the sensation of an existence
Feast for only the ones who are kings
The outcome of a revolution built to consume itself
The outcome of a revolution built to consume its own
This will contain what has already been said before
The message enclosed will be the one we dread the most
Coming generations will learn that our kings were nothing
But cannibals of their own race not strong enough to be men
And when the young will rise they will tell them
This will contain what has already been said before
The message enclosed will be the one we dread the most
And when the young will rise they will tell them all to go
Go back to your hell
Holding back from near consumption
Starving to taste ourselves
And the sensation of an existence
A feast for you the one they call a king