The Head Of The Table
It must feel nice Sitting on top of the world Your tyranny and taunts Promising to haunt Even the ones who've Run to the farthest corners You talk of sunshine and smiles And open shut doors wide Nobody can leave Nobody can hide I cruise the red river Taste frosting and sugar I will not drown in your Hatred and vengeance I. Will. Free. Them. If Killing's What It Takes.














