Make me a king
Kill the incompetent
A rusty crown over piles of ash in the darkest hole
Make me a sun
Make me the clouds and storm
I'll tear my eyes for a little time of power for my own
But I don't
Don't know what to do
Might as well be gone
I just want to play
Don't know what to do
Might as well be gone
I can't hear my name
Anymore
My teeth are black
My hands are swollen
I can't even walk over around my own reign unnoticed
And I get bald
Nothing worse than to live to see the loss of the loyal
Don't know what to do
Might as well be gone
I just want to play
Don't know what to do
Might as well be gone
I can't hear my name
Anymore