Absent Minded
Stupid Smart King
Death is not the answer he says behind the mask
come inside he beckons
and let me change my face
I'm not rich he says
even the villagers wont trade my place
trust me he says
there is a reason i am king
Show me the way home and this lie can remain.
Oh little boy blue
Dear sweet Voodoo Queen
Have we met before?
come sit, drink from the glasses
of life and perception.
This is for you he says and nods
a better place to hide
this is yours my queen
whats mine is yours
off come the mask
and they could see a face that could scar
should i stay or go? his back turned away
neither one of us wants what this poor future holds
we should
and they left.
come inside he beckons
and let me change my face
I'm not rich he says
even the villagers wont trade my place
trust me he says
there is a reason i am king
Show me the way home and this lie can remain.
Oh little boy blue
Dear sweet Voodoo Queen
Have we met before?
come sit, drink from the glasses
of life and perception.
This is for you he says and nods
a better place to hide
this is yours my queen
whats mine is yours
off come the mask
and they could see a face that could scar
should i stay or go? his back turned away
neither one of us wants what this poor future holds
we should
and they left.
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Stupid Smart King
Stupid Smart King
