I saw the world through the lens of a pinhole camera.

I saw nothing.

I was blind.

In between a black hole and supernova is where you'll find me.

Imploding and expanding simultaneously, no longer alive.



I've been running away for so long.

When I finally caught myself

There wasn't much left.

The scripts last page is blank, 

And the medicine is gone.



A sick bastard.

A twister of dark matter.

On a heavier trip than you can comprehend.



A tornado.

Trying to mend the life that's shattered.



Waiting for nothing to begin, 

A fine line, my insides are tearing out.



King me is killing me.

King me is killing me.



I keep walking past the places I was born in, 

And now the faces are blank, shiny, and dead.

I don't recognize a thing, I can't recall them.

A closed book, that I can never, never read again.



A flat line my insides are turning out.

Now the lights fade, this final war start now.



King me is killing me.

King me is killing me.

King me is killing me.

King me is killing me.



Killing me.



All of that is ending now, for I have arisen.

Survived myself somehow, dead and imprisoned.

I'm fighting to live, if I aim to see the day.

I swear I'll never sleep again, I am no man's slave.



I wanted the fog to lift, but I was living in a cloud.

Nostalgia is grinding the life from today.

The present always dies in future memories

And king me is killing me.

Cut wide open and bleeding to death for all to see.



King me is killing me.

King me is killing me.

King me is killing me.

King me is killing me.



He's killing me.

He won't kill me.

I won't let him killing me.

He won't kill me.