Exhuming the King

[Verse: 1]
Oxygen to open sore
Open wound and token war
Open door to doom
Exhume a room of smoke
Explore the oaken core
Melted on iron ore
Cradling a broken song
Weeding through a broken sore
[?] pawn
Die along
With those following the sirens song
Violent throngs like the deals the sirens sang
Born to rein in the recipes of pain
And battle over grain
A destiny in chains
What a pain
And what a pain
Despotically ingrained
Rise valley true to their death
And in his name (his name)

[Verse: 2]
Evil rises
Victim [?]
People places [?]
Ages cycle
System cycle
Central cycle
Problems cycle
Bottles on your bedside table
Would call it an addiction
Are you lost without religion?
When your without paper penance
Can you be a free thinker or is that too thought provoking?
Are scared of thinking?
Scared of being
Scared of living
Scared of anything outside of your god compound and god complex
If you got outside of your self maybe you can begin thinking for yourself
Peoples places
In the cycle
System cycle
Central cycle
Problems cycle
Bottles on your bedside table
Are you lost without religion?
Do you need some supervision?
Would you call it an addiction?

[Verse: 3]
The self is an construction of ideas
What we believe and what we feel
What we see and what we want to see
(Its real)
The battle for the supplies in between
What I want and what I need
What do you want to feel
Of what you need to kill
Money, power, respect
Cash, credit or iron chest
Money, power, respect
Got [money?] alliances
Money, power, respect
Tax [?] risen, paper text
Money, power, respect
(Yes)
(Yes)
(Yes)
(Yes)

Steep lies In my head taking hold
Self blind turning red, turning sweet
Self binds what it was but its [?]
Calling me [?] inside of me
Inside of my head
Inside of my head