Uncrowned Kings

Who’s to thank when we keep from sinking, When we float and bring our truths to another soul, So it takes its toll and we survive with our pistols, While they patrol masses like soul assassins, We roll through after they came through and tell the truth ‘cause that’s what they need, We plant our seeds and exceed our whole family tree’s, We feed this country’s need for the right and force feed those who deny it till it’s a stampede of saviors, Not all adore us but its precedes what was before us, It gets chilly ‘cause its another cold war and our feet’s sore ‘cause we’re on the ground floor of the future, But what keeps us warm are words from our adorers , Kings from the underground that haven’t been crowned ‘cause we start making sounds and they start releasing hounds, So we duck and run, Recruit sons with an open mind to fight their guns, We write till the midnight sun shines, Till there’s no battle lines, Don’t stop till we dine in hell, ‘Cause there’s only one person left to sell our product of fire there to, There’s just one thing left to do, Soon their fools will be our tools of destruction, And forward construction, So raise up and tell your neighbor, We got one life one love and a world of saviors.