Circular -The Throne Is Vacant-
One savior down.
A king to end all kings.
He's a healer but he can't fix us all.
So invent a disease.
This king brought to his knees.
He's our savior but he can't save us all.
We're all inherently sick.
We're made to feel worthless.
There's only one neat little trick.
We must open wide and worship.
I won't go down that road.
We're all superior.
Sometimes we get complacent.
Sometimes we feel inferior.
The first born king.
His throne is vacant.
The bells all ring.
We're not going to take it.
He'll step down and come back three days later.
That's what we call a miracle.
It's too bad none of it really happened.
You bet we can make it spherical.
It's true because our book says it's true. It's true because our book says it's true.
It's true because our book says it's true....
Copyright © Gnikreklaw Walkerking | Year Posted 2014
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