Kings

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