King's Culture
The Hanging Bandits
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Kings culture is built on bones His castle is built on the dead His phone was made by a man surrounded by Dead air and suicide nets Its circuitry is lined with minerals Mined from a conflict zone Prospector died with pick axe in hand While the kings hands were dripping with gold And now this prison camps alive And it's all toxic in the morning Theres constant movement in the tunnels Wheels spin but find no distance Its just the greyness as i've seen it Painted by numbered bus stops A taste disguising sweat A tear for coins we've lost This man don't care for stains Can't build an empire on a smile He's seen his enemies Die in war
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Written by: Alexander Laurance, Andrew Fletcher, Santiago Wais, Thomas Saxby-Farncombe
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