King of the world
Creator of life
And everything in it
Bow to me
You call
But I can see past all this
I’ll kick you off your throne
Never bow to you
Stop yelling orders
Like you know something
Who died?
And made you the king?
What makes you think you know best?
Weather you sit in the throne
Or not
The world keeps turning
The fire keeps burning
We’ll keep living
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