Kings fall down
Kings are born
Without a crown
I'm still
from the dust
to the
lost the fight
Killing' me won't make you king
Killing
Killin'
So wake up
Kings they rule
with long red
combat boots
step by step
in the dust
and on the sun
powerful the chosen one
Killing' me won't make you king
Killing me won't get you anything
Killin' dream
So wake up

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