King Nothing
When the bricks are plastered down
And the wolves can't blow us around how will you feel
Have you finally figured out that the world we walk is round
What will you do
Was the crown really worth all the guilt
Have you had a chance to build something better
Seems like all the ammunition
Lacks a hollow point emission
But you'll keep shooting all day long
When the bricks are plastered down
And the wolves can't blow us around how will you feel
Have you finally figured out that the world we walk is round
What will you do
And I know I hear it rising
The guillotine getting ready to bite in
Hope your neck's as tough as you made it seem
Look down at the sun being painted
A landfall of mammals raving
To get a scrap of fucking food
Was the crown really worth all the guilt
Have you had a chance to build something better
Seems like all the ammunition
Lacks a hollow point emission
But you'll keep shooting all day long
And I know I hear it rising
The guillotine getting ready to bite in
Hope your neck's as tough as you made it seem
Look down at the sun being painted
A landfall of mammals raving
To get a scrap of fucking food
And the wolves can't blow us around how will you feel
Have you finally figured out that the world we walk is round
What will you do
Was the crown really worth all the guilt
Have you had a chance to build something better
Seems like all the ammunition
Lacks a hollow point emission
But you'll keep shooting all day long
When the bricks are plastered down
And the wolves can't blow us around how will you feel
Have you finally figured out that the world we walk is round
What will you do
And I know I hear it rising
The guillotine getting ready to bite in
Hope your neck's as tough as you made it seem
Look down at the sun being painted
A landfall of mammals raving
To get a scrap of fucking food
Was the crown really worth all the guilt
Have you had a chance to build something better
Seems like all the ammunition
Lacks a hollow point emission
But you'll keep shooting all day long
And I know I hear it rising
The guillotine getting ready to bite in
Hope your neck's as tough as you made it seem
Look down at the sun being painted
A landfall of mammals raving
To get a scrap of fucking food
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Writer(s): Carson West
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