Kings - Disciple

We are the products of hate

We are the ones that you blame

Attention is the poison you crave

We are the ones on the edge

We are the ones on the end

Now we’re the ones that are taking over

You try to fit this circle in your square but

I’m living outside legalistic handcuffs

You try to tell me that I’m never gonna be enough

That’s where you’re wrong

And it’s driving you mad that I’m free

Lie if you want in your bed of hate

We’re not your slaves

We are the kings with a King

Lie if you want in your bed of hate

We’re not your slaves

We are the kings with a King

Create your own decree

To seal our fate with a deed

You are the one that’s screaming murder

We are the ones you expel

We are the ones you repel

As we’re escaping from an execution

You can wear your own chains

You can build your own cage

You can dig your own grave

You can wear your own chains