Feel so bad and broken
Day in and day out,
Confused and annoyed
It's all i find i think about,
The voices all around you
Starting to make you blind,
12 o'clock tick [bad word] on, baby, now it’s brain washing time.

Morning [bad word] and you’ll still be
Trapped here in your cage,
I'll be gone, i'll be gone far away

The king is dead, long live the [bad word] king,
There used to be a time
When i'd do almost any single little thing for you.
I see you now
And my stomach's balled up in a knot.
I feel the cold knife blade of disgust
In my gut like a shot.

You can [bad word] me and i hate you,
You can hate me and i [bad word] you,
Isn't that what this is all about?
The future's not all it's cracked up to be,
Bloated in the daylight
Dead eyes seldom see
Your empire's in flames and
Your kingdom's out of power
The emperor’s dead and
On his grave are [bad word] one dozen
Dead flowers