The ides of March the knives go in The king is dead from assassins When power it is up for grabs Then murder to them is not mad You'll end up lying in your grave Power it does so deprave You'll end up lying in your grave They'll risk it all to power slaves |: Slaves :| They don't care if you’re right or wrong They'll kill the weak respect the strong For if you’re bad Or if you’re good It's power only that's understood You'll end up lying in the soil They'll risk it all for power toil They'll mourn you at your death Mouth their grief poisonous breath |: Slaves :| You'll end up lying in your grave Power it does so deprave They’ll risk it all to power slaves You'll end up lying in the soil They'll risk it all for power toil They'll mourn you at your death Mouth their grief poisonous breath |: Slaves :| To power each one is a whore Your guts lie bleeding on the floor One day their turn will come to cry And then in terror piss and cry You'll end up lying in your grave Power it does so deprave You'll end up lying in your grave They'll risk it all to power slaves |: Slaves :| But now they murder, murder me Leave me on the floor to bleed They murder without regret For power all things Do forget |: Slaves :| |: They are slaves :|