There's got to be a reason for this rhyme There's got to be a message here this time You're not one of us, but I'm one of them You know it's not that easy It's so much harder to be real
I'm no immortal, but I think like a king You've got to be queen just to satisfy me A social disorder
There's gonna be moments here living with me I know it's not easy to satisfy me I'm no immortal But I think like a king
I'm not gonna let go of my prize I wanna keep the symmetry alive There's so many changes One day to the next Sometimes I'm disappearing But you know where to find me Under the gun
I'm no immortal, but I think like a king You've got to be queen just to ratify me A social disorder
Give me everything I'll not settle for less That's my ceiling Method to this rhyme
I'm no immortal, but I think like a king You've got to be queen just to satisfy me A social disorder But I sting like a bee