(feat. Alex Stankewitz of Loser)

Slave to the bottle, the needle, and your pride.
Dragged to the gutter I was put here to stay.
A reflection of the man that never became.
Cowards die young, no questions, I fucking get it.
But how do I survive with these people pleasing, disgusting habits.

Would you to be ashamed to know me?
Shun me like I’m not even family.
One lost soul, wearing the crown, like some kind of saint.
Tainted decisions, intertwined with lies and deceit.
Fuck.

Dead Beat King.
Dead Beat King.

Six feet deep and you still manage to fuck with me?
Can’t keep level headed, fully upsetting the balance of my mentality.
Left to climb mountains with no guide.
Slave to the bottle, the needle, and your pride.
You selfish fuck, I hope your rotting.
Knowing damn well no one needs you.
Slave to the bottle, the needle, and your pride.

There’s a hole in my soul where you should fucking be.
Cause eighteen years have passed and I’m still underneath.
All these fucking expectations that you left for me.
Our blood is the same but I don’t speak your name.

I don’t speak your fucking name.
Cause I can’t stand the way that it tastes.
Deadbeat king.

I try and forget.
Just as the same as when you forgot me.
I don’t speak your name.
Because I can’t stand the way it tastes.