coming around to tick off the list of enthralled, shattered souls with euthanasia, you can't relish in the distinct bitter passing perched on their thrones the princes draw their power from you but have sat on their hands until their fists can't be clenched and can't outstretch a single finger to point
here to collect their spoils
in what kind of game were you a contestant? here comes your standing ovation you kill my lover, but kill my love for them never now you sit down sit right down
call my name and give them nothing oh, see that look on their faces! just dying for the answers how the mighty have fallen now it's you that's cast in chains