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Perched upon your throne so high Giving me the evil eye One day you'll come crashing down No longer wearing your filthy crown Draped in gold You wish to mould All creatures to be you Draped in gold That crown you hold Will soon devour you The power from which you reap Poor lonely sould you tend to keep Soon they will flock to kill Will be their most treausred thrill Draped in gold You wish to mould All creatures to be you Draped in gold That crown you hold Will soon devour you From head to toe They're dressed in black Letras de cancionesShooting up their arms with smack Whispering among the pack "Shall we stab her in the back?" Tied upon a pole so high Looking down and wondering "why?" Your moulded creatures just like you Have finally overpowered you Draped in gold You wish to mould All creatured to be you Draped in gold That crown you hold Has finally devoured you From Letras Mania