The King

And it comes full circle since you're back to the earth And the deals with god you made don't exist And it makes you sick to think, religion was a proper fix to calculate your problems with And I think maybe I should keep this all to myself, myself, myself, myself And I think maybe I should keep this all to myself, myself, myself, myself And what business is it of mine If someone else finds solace in some old book's lines? Even if I'm seeing it destroy other people's lives I'm seeing nature and religion as the same side Because they both kill to survive And theology is just an excuse why So where should we look high If it's just dead planets in the sky? And the king has given a speech that has lost its vision And it makes you want to take your clothes off And wash the words gone And the king has given a speech that has lost its vision And it makes you want to take your clothes off And wash the words gone And you're trapped in your apartment Like a lab rat in a cage Your mind's a hazy maze In a drug fueled rage you scream "history and mystery no longer make sense to me" If we're going to make prostrations Maybe we should make them to crustaceans found under snow and stone? Maybe we should look in the undertow? And maybe I should keep this all to myself, myself, myself? And maybe I should keep this all to myself, myself, myself? And the king has given a speech that has lost its vision And it makes you want to take your clothes off And wash the words gone