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King looks down, down and stares

Waiting for

The quiet crowd to start a riot

Against his reign

His divine solitude in the tower of mirrors

The tower of glass, reaching towards heavens

Kings gaze and fool's reflected instead

Eternal burden of his leaded crown

Accompanied by a gun pointed to his head

King wears the clothes of a clown

A storm inside your mind, watch the years rush by

Heads too heavy

Weight of the crown

Pride of a foolish king

Sweaty hands shake

This house of cards will tumble

Crystal walls will crumble

Time to end the pain

Fear of fraud in your tower of mirrors

The tower will fall crumble into pieces

Your people crave your mirrors to break

They want to dismember your fragile crown

Alone with your gun day to day

Wear the mask of a clown

A storm inside your mind, watch the years rush by

Heads too heavy

Weight of the crown

Pride of a foolish king

Sweaty hands shake

This house of cards will tumble

Crystal walls will crumble

Time to end the pain