The little ones
We gotta control all the little ones
All the little ones
We'll take the souls of the little ones
And that might be you
Confess your sins of sorrow
Get on your knees and pray
Don't sell your souls on the open market
'Cause there will be hell to pay
We're gonna burn
We're gonna burn this down
There's no return
In all the words we vow
If I am the king, then you might be my fancy
The little ones
We gotta control all the little ones
All the little ones
We'll take the souls of the little ones
And that might be you
We don't believe it's over
The seasons of the dead
Just sell your souls for the lowest bargain
The price will be on your head
We're not alone
We're gonna bring you down
We'll take control
The new king is crowned
If I am the king, then you might be my fancy
The little ones
We gotta control all the little ones
All the little ones
We'll take the souls of the little ones
And that might be you
The little ones
We gotta control all the little ones
All the little ones
We'll take the souls of the little ones
And that might be you
The little ones
We gotta control all the little ones
All the little ones
We'll take the souls of the little ones
And that might be you |