Memoirs of a King

In these darkened hours it’s so hard to see the light
But you can’t stop me; I’m going to win this fight
And every punch that you swing there’s one flying back
It won’t be me this time around to let you knife my back

The kings have laid down their arms and said,
“My dear boy, soon you will be dead.”
And yes the spiders crawl, and yes I am afraid
It won’t be me this time around to turn this heart to spade

I open my eyes in my new abandoned home
The feeling of emptiness started to roam
The Death Watchers laugh and smirk in the wall
But it won’t be me this time around to follow and crawl

I’m eating everyday; cereal made of teeth
As I gaze at the lords body, wrapped up in its wreath
And suddenly I arise, from beneath all of the lies
But it won’t be me this time around to succumb to those eyes

I gave you my body and I gave you my blood
You’ve created such tears that I’ve drowned in its flood
I promise you’re missing out, and I promise you’ll never see
That it won’t be me this time around to sit and let you kill me

I promise I’m just as good as I promised I’d never be
And I promise you that this time around, you’ll be the one missing me