…And from beneath our feet another King will rise,
once all is anarchy, the end we all surmise
and like the phoenix lives, we know we all must perish,
into the emptiness to know what we must cherish.
It’s always breaking, the tides are slipping down,
into the ocean, six feet underground.
I’ll take my chances although they’re nothing now,
into the abyss helplessly we all will drown.
This artificial dynasty that I have built from lies,
insecurity and many hard goodbyes,
will feed my appetite and quench my self denial,
to pull these sick and twisted thoughts from inner-child.
It’s always breaking, the tides are slipping down,
into the ocean, six feet underground.
I’ll take my chances although they’re nothing now,
into the abyss helplessly we all will drown.
The darkness rules, but through a blackened death
a single flame revives me yet I am out of breath,
I’ll wander aimlessly but always find a home,
beneath the ashes of the streets that I have roamed.
It’s always breaking, the tides are slipping down,
into the ocean, six feet underground.
I’ll take my chances although they’re nothing now,
into the abyss helplessly we all will drown.
Take the hand that leads you,
far enough away to see that everything is nothing more than
who we are the emptiness that craters holes inside of me,
praying for another way home.