King Twisted歌词
King Twisted
Hatred is my sceptre, instrument of doom
Armor made of cruelty, inhuman tortured misery
Deceptions woven into my cape, I wrap betrayal around
On my throne I sit and moan and wear the crown of decadence
Have I found myself, have I seen the closer glimpse of truth
I aint even slipping yet, Ive got white soul to