Man At the Throne

We’re man at the throne and our burden is sin Our physical appearance as it is vane Seeing the disappearance of what is liken To us creatures of habit doing as we’ve seen Our greed never settling for just a win Victory, what does that even mean? We never stop wanting to begin Chasing our dream to move mountains For to find true glory, is conquer what’s within To defeat the flaws you hide with that grin Yes, you the bone of the dancing skeloton Losing his superficial skin to dive in The tree that grew to big to get enough sun But tall enough to dance on the moon Hell is here, where we wine and dine To mine the gold to buy us a piece of heaven