[Kevin]
Sold my soul to the devil for a shot at his success
Now every banner bears the Algernon crest
New World Order revolution generation
Xavier to Magneto Yin and Yang affiliation
The Good and The Bad getting ugly when they’re mixed
Wrath of a God just to prove that he exists
The mantra stands strong, power over everything
Tearing down the heavens just to hear how the angels sing
Praise is emblazoned acclaim running ancient
Century’s remember me in songs texts and paintings
My palace is the atlas the seas are my tapestries
Blood in my chalice a war stained legacy
Legendary lifestyle conquer every enemy
Taking all I can cuz I’m damned for eternity
Sold away my soul, chaos is the feeder
Bow down to your leader all hail King Reaper

[Hook]
Kings crown
Polished gold
Curses live
Stories told
We survive
Golden herse
Kings will die
(Long live the curse)
(Long live the curse)
From kingdom come
In every verse
Kings will die
Long live the curse

[Chris (Gatsby)]
Nuggets in the ground glimmering like fools gold
Mouth of king midas just tryna get the truth told
Eye on the prize see the riches like Smeagol
Thought they were defended but I laughed, made ‘em feeble
Throne made of daggers and my crown is getting heavy
Can’t go leaning back cause of snakes tryna get me
Climbed the highest mountains did it all to get regal
Got my own church cause King Henry made it legal
Look down on my people but my power’s not divine
Looked up and saw it, fought and made it mine
Using prima nocta and I use the guise of justice
Only end up using it on wives I find luscious
Used to look down on Gatsby as a peasant
Now take a look to who they payin their rent
Nah Not giving up my kingdom for a horse
Gatsby strikes em down and he’s showing no remorse

[Hook]

[Kevin]
The god almighty everybody hails Caesar
The life of a king play my death in theater
A martyr for hire, the clothes are in the dryer
The blood stains stayed but the hunts have all retired
The gift of fire, a thief that we admired
Prometheus greetings and fates undesired
Life of a leader, Pius as I was
Eyes can’t deny what I saw what I thought of
What plagued me what made me insane drove me crazy
It made me the mad man who you’ve been seeing lately
My throne is a cradle my conscience is unable
To process the life that I can’t tell from fables
The gift of a curse is the power I possess
And I can’t shake the hordes of the minds who obsess
Gave the gift of the beat in the heart of your chest
And I had to shake the ground to erase my footsteps

(Kings Curse)