Cradle for a King

Everyone sees through you

How do you sleep at night

Translucent eyelids don't keep out the light

Eyes that bulge apathetically

From your engorged

Yet empty

Head

Resting on a pillow bursting with dreams that will never take flight

Songs that one time soothed their weary minds and tired limbs

Become hauntingly disturbingly and loudly chanted hymns

Frozen hearted martyr maker

What keeps you safe and warm at night

A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor

Dyed and colored with the blood

That you robbed from prisoners and slaves

Admit it you get off more when they are fighting to escape

And what holds you up there

High above the rest of us

Mighty only if the sheets weren't pulled over your head

The posts of your bed carved

From the bleached bones of your dead

The faces of your apparitions dripping with the tears they shed

This is where majesty lies awake feeling corruptly luxurious

Is this where dignity lies awake In a cradle fit for a king

Frozen hearted martyr maker

What keeps you safe and warm at night

A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor

Dyed and colored with the blood

That you robbed from prisoners and slaves

Admit it you get off more when they are fighting to escape

You are not my hero you're only my sovereign

I'm not encouraged to follow in your noble shallow footsteps

Just expected to obey

And even though you're the one that represents all of humanity

You are still only human

The backbone of immortality breaks every time：

Our fatal flaws turn to fatal lies