poppa don’t call me
never

tightening my reigns don’t
frighten me

i’m a fool to be lost
so clueless

step up to the rafters
then jump

testing out my wings I’ll
prolly fly

halfway to the sun then
melt away

classic mistake i
shoulda read

old greek stories
now I’m proper dead

—
now is time
where the divine
king stands before me
the one and only King
in all his glory

telling me,
go forth or die

—-

I’m a soldier of fortune
incredibly

i’m the luckiest man
i’ve ever seen

i figure soon
my luck will change

then I’ll lose my grip
on my reins to my brain

dive
into the world beyond

that’s reality
a travesty? you don’t say!

fool of goodies
stood up too
he saw the part of him retire
always caused his nights
to light up sitting by the

—

fire and brimstone
burn the throne to the ground

now what man
will wear that crown?

it’s probably you
(naw, it’s probably me)

it’s probably someone
but who should it be?

—

it’s always me!
sitting in the corner of the court i’ve
been watching for far too long i
got the skills to run a kingdom
usurp that
in turn that
the worst will happen first
in a burst of human combat

but let’s get over that
now I’m the king now
I’m silencing your thing now
any person’s voice will worsen
facing certain doom

—–

now i’m the one and only
divine king
standing before you
in all my glory
telling you
go forth, or die