They say, when the wicked rule the earth will mourn
I heard that a time or two
They put you in charge of watching me
But who is watching you
Like a judge, the fate of so many waits in your hands
The utensil in your arsenal are daggers to those around
Poisonous arrows in the body's that are found
Mercenaries with degrees.
Your spilling the beans
Friends secrets are the next prostitution ring
Bankrupt in morals your cruelty never ends
Cold and calculating to gain the upper hand
Do you expect us to treat you like Caesar
Because you wiled the power
Treat you with false respect , throw you lot's of flowers
I will say this again with no respect due
They put you in charge of watching me
But who is watching you
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
They say, when the wicked rule the earth will mourn
I heard that a time or two
They put you in charge of watching me
But who is watching you
Like a judge, the fate of so many waits in your hands
The utensil in your arsenal are daggers to those around
Poisonous arrows in the body's that are found
Mercenaries with degrees.
Your spilling the beans
Friends secrets are the next prostitution ring
Bankrupt in morals your cruelty never ends
Cold and calculating to gain the upper hand
Do you expect us to treat you like Caesar
Because you wiled the power
Treat you with false respect , throw you lot's of flowers
I will say this again with no respect due
They put you in charge of watching me
But who is watching you
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