You're Next
I sit and wait on a throne alone
I am the master of it all
I know your helpless thoughts
Just a moment before you fall
I control the most powerful force
I feed the monster, I am the curse
There's nothing to stop me now
I am the end of you all
I strike from high above your heads
This is your final curtain call
You are nothing, minus 273
Not worth a lie, just a target to me
Corpses... Corpses...
I doesn't matter at all
What is the name of your god
I press the button of red
On top of the Chaotic Rod
The immense energy thrusting forward
Your death is coming - just run away you coward
I'm flying high in the sky
You have no chance of hitting me
This is the way of things
And how they always will be
Your views and lies, make me incredibly sick
Another pack of insects, next target: Randomly I pick
Corpses... Corpses...
Autor(es): Mormant de Snagov