Always dead inside, once my ego fueled by loss in kind
All these tools at my disposal
All dead withing my grasp
Let my mind take its course and ill let blight take command
Ill kill you just to see you bleed
But in that im striking at my own belief
Beaten, broken ill bind you in pain
The human spirit is a shattered pane of glass. wrapped in soft silk and
Dipped in tears of its own past
All these tools at my disposal
All dead withing my grasp
Let my mind take its course and ill let blight take command
Kill you just to see you bleed
But in that im striking at my own belief
Beaten, broken ill bind you in pain
And i will always be a king without a throne
I remain a door without a lock
And i will always be a king without a throne