Story Behind The Song
Based on an episode of Creepshow.
Song Description
It is a story of the berated becoming the berater.
| Song Length |
6:24 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Electronic - Industrial |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Revolting, Infuriated |
Subject |
Power, Will |
| Similar Artists |
Nine Inch Nails, Deftones |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
You talk a good game
You look like you've got it made
Sitting there on top
It's time for your reign to stop
Vexation of your hypocrisy
A curse on your misdeeds
A web of just cause
Will be your final loss
Just call yourself the king of the damned
As you lie there up to your neck in sand
The tide is coming in quickly
Your final roll call a blessing to many
Your damned spot may never rinse out
and your crimes scream and shout
With this sheepish grin I take my leave
Knowing you will never again deceive
You thought you were the one on top
But now I'm sure you can see
That all of this time
It was really me.
You thought that you could wear that crown
Without anyone making a sound
You thought you were the one to beat
And now you're at my feet.