There Will Be Blood
The little onesWe gotta control all the little onesAll the little onesWe'll take the souls of the little onesAnd that might be you
Confess your sins of sorrowGet on your knees and prayDon't sell your souls on the open market'Cause there will be hell to pay
We're gonna burnWe're gonna burn this downThere's no returnIn all the words we vow
If I am the king, then you might be my fancy
The little onesWe gotta control all the little onesAll the little onesWe'll take the souls of the little onesAnd that might be you
We don't believe it's overThe seasons of the deadJust sell your souls for the lowest bargainThe price will be on your head
We're not aloneWe're gonna bring you downWe'll take controlThe new king is crowned
If I am the king, then you might be my fancy
The little onesWe gotta control all the little onesAll the little onesWe'll take the souls of the little onesAnd that might be you
The little onesWe gotta control all the little onesAll the little onesWe'll take the souls of the little onesAnd that might be youThe little onesWe gotta control all the little onesAll the little onesWe'll take the souls of the little onesAnd that might be you