Even Kings Turn To Dust

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Who r these mortal men
Sleeping in the political den
They never say what they mean
Never mean what they say
Hissing tongues They rise n fall
Like children they argue over the ball

All their empires turn to rust
Even kings turn to dust

Their masters hide in the shadows pulling their strings
Like puppets they dance to the song they sing
Their souls have been bought n sold
All for the glitter of gold

All their empires turn to rust
Even kings turn to rust
All their empires turn to rust
Even kings turn to dust

When the hammer falls and the cold wind calls
There'll be no where to hide no one left to bribe

Some men wanta set the world on fire
Some men wanta watch it burn

All their empires turn to rust
Even kings turn to dust x3

Who r these mortal men
Sleeping in the political den
They never say what they mean
Never mean what they say

All their empires turn to rust
Even kings turn to dust
Even kings turn to dust