The King of the World is on his way now,
he always shows up when the chips are down.
Everyone just loves The King of the World,
he always arrives with his banners unfurled.

The King can be a loud chap,
or The King can be quite a quiet mime,
he even puts his pants on
one royal leg at a time!

The King might eat breakfast,
or The King just might not,
he is everything you are,
yet is is all that you forgot.

He's a musician of sorts,
with a very big band,
his arrival is in herald,
throughout every land
-with brass trumpets a-blare,
and snare-drums rat-a-tat,
he makes everyone aware,
that he's now where you're at!

The King marches his forces
through the cities and fields,
assure of his courses,
lying flat beneath his heel.

He revels at the sight of deterioration,
fills his belly with the joy of nations in extinction.
The King grounds everything down to things he scrapes off his boots,
he topples the governs and poisons the cultural roots.

The King's fixations are splashed with spatters of blood,
turning kingdoms into crumbles of ashes and mud.
He bulldozes the bodies into toxic pits of ****,
contaminates by obscenity, wringing his hands at the wit.
Lionized by his minions in the empty empires he wrought,
The King's elite ruling class is dictated with rot.

In the aftermath of the bile
of his genocidal, sweet plight,
The King celebrates with great style,
turning the daylight into night.

With bonfires a-blaze on the wicked, windy wasteland,
The King of the World strikes up his big band,
and once marching again will torch and ravish the land,
dropping massive, beautiful bombs for the sake of the thrill,
melting the people and villages and eroding the hills.

The time for The King
always is nigh,
for he is surrounded by
the conjurations of lies.

Some say he is evil,
(but, he's not the Devil, you see)
-He's The King of the World,
he is you, he is *me.

Has it really come to this?  
His love making I will truly miss.  
The way he held me in his arms all the way to early dawn.  
He rubs my body I begin to tremble now I know it's on.  

Now it's lonely nights and the tears begin to roll.  
I guess all the fighting has finally taken it's toll.  
I'm missing the way he holds me talking about the ways he held me.  
A dream and a prayer is what I need to make you see.

The feelings that take over me are more than good.  
The ability to turn back time, I wish I could.  
Tears often escape from my eyes, this would never be happening to me.
  
I have discovered true love therefore it will forever be mine.  
You and I, this was supposed to be to the end of time.  
I understand I really hurt the trust, but living with out you will never be a must.  

You were my partner instead I treated you as a kid.  
Withholding information and keeping secrets of the things I did.  
I have no reason to ever doubt that the love you have is true.  
The need is underestimated, my destiny awaits you.  

Feel the beat of my heart because I am here.  
Here or there my heart will always be near.  
Even though at this time and place words don't mean much.  
A chance at tomorrow is what I need, have you heard of such?