Текст песни Slated - The Prince

Who am I?
The devisee
You’re too blind to see me clear

Can you hear my pleading voice?
You have no sense
Can you agree my liberal choice?
No honor

Too spoiled for you
I’m too border for something new

The spirit of past
Is chasing me
I wanna stay apart
of my destiny

I was born with the stamp of prince.

Prince
Prince

See
I stand in front of you now
Feel
My heart and soul decay