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People Shouldn't Throw Orgies In Glass Houses

To Crown a King

Die
You're just a disease
Your idea of a life is a joke
And you're the punchline
Give up now
You fall before me
We will never die

You're just a fake
So perfect your boring
Keep spreading your lies
At least I have something you can hate
Plan your own demise

You think you know someone
But what you really know
Is what they choose to show
When writing the story of your life
Don't let anybody hold the pen

Keep spreading your lies
At least I have something you can hate
Plan your own demise
You're just a fake
So perfect your boring
This is my family