Regicide Renaissance from Liquid Gold by Anita Velveeta

Trade in the crown for some gucci
Their sceptres made by prada
But what would look the best is a
Noose from balenciaga

Louis, Vuitton
Bags on the heads of the ones
Who act, like gods
But bleed the same brand of blood

String em up
Toe to snout
Paint the floor from their throats

Oligarchs use shields of their spawn
Lawmakers encaged by plastic
CEOs wear suits of kevlar
And every cop in a closed casket

Lusting for their castle from a pauper's grave
Time to storm the walls and start the pillaging
Can’t survive off rancid meat and moldy bread
To the starving eye, flesh is flesh

Set fire to their villas and
Their chariots of decadence
Stop waiting for a catalyst
Or the perfect star alignment
There is not a shackle stronger than the hope of prophecy

No faith No light
Heretics and false idols
No faith No light
charred fetish of golden gods

If nothing happens
Nothing changes
The powers that be will be the powers that stay
The ones that try to spark a change will be repackaged and sold as a
Martyr
To keep
The serfs at bay

We should bring back regicide
Regicide Renaissance

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