"Cut out my eyes, feed me with lies that I don't never have to see again
I feel the hate, I feel the truth, I give the pain and the youth
Fuck the devil for your wealth, pistol chilling on my shelf
I control my own death, I don't need no fucking help
Fuck the devil for your wealth, pistol chilling on my shelf
I control my own death, I don't need no fucking help"
-King Of The Dead
(This is the second verse, but it's still quite sad...)
