carry your bones
all alone to your throne
never needing help all along
shoulder the weight
you dictate on your own,
you **** us with the gun in your tongue.

you spread and you get
demerit's all you bet.
the gold is in your hands my friend

We run and we hide
own victory's on the side
the crown is in your head, my friend.

carry your bones
with your army unknown
guide our decisions until gone.
shoulder that weight
you say you drive our fate
we are the frail followers
blood and sweat, merits you take