weak armsnthin necksnbaptized in blood and excessnwith lust for every worldly thing and pride in treacheryndick hard and obsessed for the spoils of successnwith lust for every worldly thingnyou are all royalty in a kingdom proppse up by dishonor and patriotic cannon foddernbut when your rule of law dissolvesnyou'll be lambs lead to the slaughternand there'll be no epic endnno unknotting of eventsnno safety, solace or reprievenso forget all of those stupid fucking songs you singnthey're not going to stop a goddamn thing when the wolves gathernand they do feast on the profiteers of the pain of othersnthe willfully blind and the bullshitloversnso FUCK ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERSnwhen you entitled prestigious and heavenly struck fall out of favor with your fragile lucknI'll saynFUCK ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERSnCAUSE ALL OF YOU ARE FUCKED