If Ozymandias Weren't a King

If Ozymandias weren't a king He wouldn't be free And what about me? I think we taught ourselves that we could speak So we could take leave So how could I ever love myself If eventually I'm you? And how could I ever love myself If you don't love me too? We're singing "mom Time is so gross, mom Turning young men so old, mom Turning old mom to ghosts, mom This is a toast, mom, yea! (Praise to the lord!) I don't wanna grow old, mom (Just hold on) (You're think of) I don't wanna grow old, mom (Just hold on) ('Cause he loves you!) Give me that God I can hold, mom (So fucking much) (Hands to the sky I can hold on!) If Ozymandias weren't a king He wouldn't be free And what about me? If Ozymandias weren't a king He wouldn't be free So I could die for a touch of fame It's not our faults we're insane 'Cause what could I ever do or say That don't retrace to my brain? We're singing "mom..." (No not this time Can't live my life in a rewind) So kick back to that funky music Shout out to the grandpapas and mamas to I'm so young I wanna change my motivations I want it so bad I'm never gonna make it And all this explanation so they know I'm king Though I cannot be more than what I'm made to be If Ozymandias weren't a king He wouldn't be free And what about me? And the toxins and their children And they talk when they are sleeping And they're godless but they're walking Like a prophet in a closet Man I lost it So take my soul on an asteroid belt To a pleasure or a pain Or etch my soul on an aeroplane To another time and place