Can’t take back the cards you dealt on this long and lonely road to hell
The throne must be such a sad and lonely place
Living breathing flesh and blood, sweat and tears swept under the rug
I’m just a number to you, just ones and twos
The power keeps you feeling high but how low
Do you sink into your bed at night
(Anchored down with guilt)
Do you toss and turn from all the bridges you’ve burned
Or are you proud of all, the hatred you’ve earned
