King Midas had a golden touch
His love of treasure was too much
To satisfy his heart of stone
Sitting on his golden throne.
Everything he touched turned into gold.

Everything I touch turns into ash.
The life I made has slipped away
Into a night of grim decay
The homes I've made
And friends I've had
Leave me hollow
Leave me sad

Like Midas, I, am left alone
Sitting on a broken throne