I was a king I controlled it all
I tripped it up and I watched it fall
lots of money meant nothing to me
I spent it all and lived happily
I gotta find a way out of this place
I hit the ground running from my own face
I was a king I controlled it all
I tripped it up and I watched it fall
I want to remain a mystery
to myself and this world
my name will go down in history
as a map to guide you through a dream
and the end comes marching in (repeat)
They say that I am not king no more
said I was crazy to leave myself poor
and this reality I can not take
I spend my time on the floor of the lake
and the end comes marching in (repeat)
We build and rebuild and
it all falls down.
it is the fabric of our lives
we are woven from the same
we are directed by the sun
the breathe of inertia
Copyright © 2011 Gabriel Surley
Buy Now