Tempting Demons

I'm sick of being the good guy So in darkness I will roam These tempting demons are the way to tell you How I'd sit upon a throne Responsibilities, I'm fucking sick of these Why's it so hard to be left alone Leave me to be on my own This light it still pursues me Enticing that it is not In darkness I would be free Free from everything I'm not I'm sick of being a good man Turn me into dark of night Watch from shadows, honour means nothing From the mists I will strike Calous and calculated A king will be made of me Thieves will bow, murderers broken Or heads left on a pike This is not forgone warning This is my fucking right