As he sits back he blows up the smoke
With one look the Lizard King penetrates your soul

A talk of dreams and projections
No ears to hear the King's interventions

A post prophet of freedom and anarchy
The room is crowded but the lizard king is lonely

Innate talent of mind alternance and substance abuse
Words speaking of a King and a noose

The Lizard King roars before shooting his final blend
The King closes his eyes as the crown falls to an infinite end

Words Of Harfouchism