29 June 2009

(f)lies pour from the holes in the head
of the one who sits upon a throne of bones
the power stolen from the past heroes
the kingdom built upon murder
well this foundation is crumbling and
the fishermen have come to show
how real men work and suffer

no one is glorified here
there is no queen of hearts,
no king of kings
only the sand and the sea

the throne matters not
the power, the (f)lies, the holes in
all of their heads
it's all a game they're playing
and it all ends here