Fallon

Taking a cue from the richest of kings
We've acquired a taste for acquiring things
But that one taste that made us lose all control
Bones, blood, guts and all
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
Ask not when the thunder comes
Ask not where the herds have gone
Nor why the humans have all fled their homes
They were met with a terrible grisly fate
For between Heaven and Earth
Is a perilous place
Home to a fierce giant race
All shall kneel before me
As I claim my throne
Taking a cue from the richest of kings
We've acquired a taste for acquiring things
But that one taste that made us lose all control
Bones, blood, guts and all
Taking a cue from the richest of kings
We've acquired a taste for acquiring things
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
Ask not when the thunder comes
Ask not where the herds have gone
Nor why the humans have all fled their homes
Jealous eyes are looking down
Government organized fucking disease
An endless buffet for my fucking legions
Feast my spawn

Bow down to your king
Embrace true nothing
Your soul is mine to take
Life planned before my birth
Feel decays stain
As you're buried
In the Dirt



Credits
Writer(s): Dead Nerves
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