Em-

pi-

re

Em-

pi-

re

Em-

pi-

re

Em-

pi-

re

Feel-

ing

like

to-

day

is

the

day

You

bet-

ter

make

a

move

Up

and

out

and

af-

raid

You

bet-

ter

e-

xe-

cute

Through

the

ci-

ty,

de-

cayed

The

peo-

ple

watch-

ing

you

Get

the

fuck

out

the

way

'Cause

they

could

get

it

too

Lord

as

your

wit-

ness

You

just

don't

need

no

for-

give-

ness

Don't

know

who's

next

on

your

hit

list

You

just

han-

dle

your

busi-

ness

Su-

i-

ci-

dal,

I

say

You're

bloo-

dy,

tied

a-

way

Don't

give

a

fuck

if

they

hate

you

You're

the

god

that

they

pray

to

Hea-

vy

is

the

head

that

Wears

the

crown

of

thorns

My

em-

pire,

my

em-

pire

Hea-

vy

is

the

head

that

Wears

the

crown

of

thorns

My

em-

pire,

my

em-

pire

I'm

all

a-

lone

with

My

so-

li-

ta-

ry

vio-

lence

God,

I

wan-

na

sleep,

but

I

can't

close

my

eye-

lids

Back

to

the

streets,

'cause

We

know

all

the

right

kids

Built

this

fuck-

ing

ci-

ty

on

The

backs

of

the

white

pricks

So

fuck-

ing

cold

A-

no-

ther

death

sen-

tence

A-

no-

ther

soul

sold

It's

all

I

know

I'm

gon-

na

die

fast,

bitch,

You

can

die

slow

I'm

a

dead

man,

A

fuck-

ing

dead

man

walk-

ing

I

blew

my

head

up,

But

he

kept

on

talk-

ing

I

saw

my-

self

die

and

I

kept

on

watch-

ing

Went

straight

to

Hea-

ven,

But

I

kept

on

knock-

ing

Kept

on

knock-

ing

Hea-

vy

is

the

head

that

Wears

the

crown

of

thorns

My

em-

pire,

my

em-

pire

Hea-

vy

is

the

head

that

Wears

the

crown

of

thorns

My

em-

pire,

my

em-

pire

Lord

as

your

wit-

ness

You

just

don't

need

no

for-

give-

ness

Don't

know

who's

next

on

your

hit

list

You

just

han-

dle

your

busi-

ness

My

em-

pire,

my

em-

pire

Su-

i-

ci-

dal,

I

say

You're

bloo-

dy,

tied

a-

way

Don't

give

a

fuck

if

they

hate

you

You're

the

god

that

they

pray

to

My

em-

pire,

my

em-

pire

I'm

a

storm

With-

out

a

warn-

ing

The

black

clouds

That

are

form-

ing

I

turn

the

ri-

ver

red

I

am

de-

li-

ve-

rance

I'm

a

storm

With-

out

a

warn-

ing

The

black

clouds

That

are

form-

ing

I

turn

the

ri-

ver

red

I

am

de-

li-

ve-

rance

Hea-

vy

is

the

head

that

Wears

the

crown

of

thorns

My

em-

pire,

my

em-

pire

Hea-

vy

is

the

head

that

Wears

the

crown

of

thorns

My

em-

pire,

my

em-

pire

Lord

as

your

wit-

ness

You

just

don't

need

no

for-

give-

ness

Don't

know

who's

next

on

your

hit

list

You

just

han-

dle

your

busi-

ness

My

em-

pire,

my

em-

pire

Su-

i-

ci-

dal,

I

say

You're

bloo-

dy,

tied

a-

way

Don't

give

a

fuck

if

they

hate

you

You're

the

god

that

they

pray

to

My

em-

pire,

my

em-

pire