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
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