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
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
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
