A kingdom made of Sand
It runs through your fingers
Try harder, it won't land
A silver platter is being cleaned
You're head will be on a stake
All your haters will storm
They will hurt, steal, and break
What will your ghost do?
Your head is in a straw basket
You were too weak
Left without a casket
How tragic you must be
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 2:17 AM UTC
A kingdom made of Sand
It runs through your fingers
Try harder, it won't land
A silver platter is being cleaned
You're head will be on a stake
All your haters will storm
They will hurt, steal, and break
What will your ghost do?
Your head is in a straw basket
You were too weak
Left without a casket
How tragic you must be
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