He was on top of his game
Swinging in organizations unnamed
Ringing in the deaths of millions
He represented his race with passion
If it were a throne with superior
Them of all races would clash in
The wicked plots concealed in this nation
Engrossed domination in all 8 domains
Controlled all inside jobs through infiltration
Trap created were jail, parole and probation
This is all to control his land
For races there, Revolution isn't a chance
It's a death penalty in itself
Again, after every death no one cares..
They're gangsters disguised as ...