I was feeling desperate Unable to decide Between a life of misery Or awful suicide Then it came to rest by me Like a cross that's hard to bear Put death in my hands And I will play with it for sure
Dismantled king is off the throne There's nothing left If you stand on your head too long Then you'll just run out of breath You're trying hard But that's too bad Because your voice is always sad
I was feeling out of touch Unable to control My mind was like a theatre It was playing ten different roles And I believed all the locked-up people Held the key to the world A land of heads in chained-in boxes Just trying to be heard
Dismantled king is off the throne There's nothing left If you stand on your head too long Then you'll just run out of breath You're trying hard But that's too bad Because your voice is always sad
