You may feel like you're on top Like a golden drop On a dragons tongue That sits on a throne Of heart strings Protecting her From the blind archer's bow He has that heroic sick grin Of he that has been chosen To slay the horrid beast Prepared to destroy such a beauty Simply to obtain a shiny new title How can it be?
But then Under the mountain Minstrels sing and dance Chorus erupts As the king and queen's malicious grins Last long enough to fill an army With twisted sick madness And I must admit That even I Am filled with excitement At the thought of a fairytale uprising With dragon's heads on spears And murderous knights on silver thrones And It's easy to forget How wicked we can be Especially when times are good And we feel Oh so great about ourselves
But think about the others The pained and the dying Those who live their lives in fear And when you forget That a click of the fingers Can change one's life It's so easy To feel so bright and good And get into that bad habit Of loosing ourselves