The Highest Tree - Lyrics - A King's Worthy Mustache

Selfproclaimed elite bloodbound to their ties falsehood in the tattle slaughtered like a cattle promises turn to dust emotions start to rust welcome to this place where justice is earsed fear is the great inhibitor deceit is their tool of trade blinded by delusion so stop at nothing everyone just follows and nobody starts change we all just look away now bury all your trust just like you buriedall your dreams we all sit around and time is passing by the hand that feeds makes us bleed lets hang our masters from the highest tree and force em to choke on suit and phone i wont be your slave i wont be your servant (2x) meet reality eternal suffering and world keeps turning