This is the last time I let you make a sound The pressure's not a pleasure way too deadly to keep around And now you're bleeding from the thorns woven into the crown Don't try to fuck with the king, or else you go in the ground Now we hail to the liar's throne You're either on your knees or on your own This is the last time I let you into my head The words you spit are now the knives that fuck me to death You wear that crown so well - the thorns igniting the red You don't wanna fuck with the king or it's off with your head Now we hail to the liar's throne You're either on your knees or on your own This is not a dream This is just a test This is not a dream This is just a test This is not a dream This is just a