Dung King

How many pushed aside?
How many left to die?
Innocence, dropping off like road-kill
Get me out... the hell up out this dung hill.
Don't give a shit if you live or die.
Never again try to break me.
I'll take a chance and I'll simplify.
Maybe I should f you up... you sit there so smug
Up the throne of lies.
There's nowhere left to hide, when judgement meets the pride.
You are guilty... you are Dung King
Greatness only exists in your own mind.
Tasteless, even devour your own kind. Even devour your own kind.
You are guilty... you are Dung King
How many in the grave.
Can there be one to save?
Living with closed eyes.
Under the grey skies.
You sit there so smug. Upon the throne of lies.
You are Dung King



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Writer(s): John Beres
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