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letra de egyptluvsu - architect

[intro]
merciless soul
a boy and a demon with a singular goals
a traitor a faker who murdered his own
anything worthy to cover the throne
he’ll forever be known as the thief to control
mental f-cked cause he cannot console
thinking of lies from the base of his dome
to cover his truth as he ashes the bones

[verse 1]
actually no, dad was a pig
shovelled his mouth with the food of the rich
died for his sins and the malice he grinned
replaced all his him with a king they could finnd
find! f-ck, pushing my luck
one of a kind doesn’t mean i’m worth much
being pathetic inherent as such
watch as they judge all the years that i’ll trudge
build me a wall and cover the land
purchase the seas with the gold in the vault
buy an eclipse so that when its too hot
i can enjoy all the riches i bought
ive never been taught on how to be king
i question my views like is slavery sin
then k!ll all those feelings and gaze on my wins
look at my tomb at its sibling twins
honour my reign
honour my name
honour your leader; the drugs in my vein
the parents and people who brought me to pain
their souls will be piled on the day they repay
riding the nile so i’m riding the styx (thats greek mythology)
what the f-(censor) are these glyphs?!
call me a king but you won’t say my name
brimming with fury as people proclaim

[bridge]
this boy’s kind of wack
this boy’s kind of wack
this boy’s kind of wack
this boy’s kind of wack
this boy’s kind of wack yeah!
this boy’s kind of wack
this boy’s kind of wack yeah!
this boy’s kind of wack
this boy’s kind of wack yeah! (mentally)
this boy’s kind of wack
this boy’s kind of wack (this boy’s)
this boy’s kind of wack
this boy’s kind of wack yeah!
this boy’s kind of wack
this boy’s kind of wack
this boy’s kind of wack
this boy’s kind of (censor)

[verse 2]
power misused
earth is a lie and i think i’ve been duped
none of your leaders are better than you
martyr myself as i pull out the truth
caesar was b-tch and the daggers were few
still not as bad as the people he knew
a hero a zero a p-ssy called nero
a ruler so weak he’s a freak with an ego
we go, beat those maya stinks
we don’t need woes
leaving with greeks in our fleet, it’s a blood-show
claiming the east it’s your qin who’s the repo
mirror my dad it’s his power that i know
pushes my heart from the good to the evil
virtues and love play a terribly weak role
a curse from myself that repeals
my honour
my justice
my wins
and my merciless soul

[outro]
what?!

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