I wait for the day
My sickness releases me
But how can that be
When i was born to die
I need to escape
And i will remake
I will decrease
And **** ill be king

As my golden crown
Hits the ground
I am your jester
Your clown
I sleep in secrecy
I dream more then you can believe

But dreams are not real
And beggars cant be choosers
I will die
But not by your hand

Listen to the baby cry
Watch as his mother dies
Life has no ******* signs
Figure it out on your own

As my golden crown
Hits the ground
I am your jester
Your clown
I sleep in secrecy
I dream more then you can believe