I saw my captives sent to kings, an orderly resurfacing
It saved my life, but calling clear - that jester would disappear
Into the fire eating away; begs something darker to reign
Would I prey on a kingdom? On this day I'd break these chains again
Is it what they wait for? A demon, or saint for all their sins?
Arrest the fire - flame; repress; confess; and burn the rest
Wondering if suffering's the gamble I've been willing to take
Tonight my King will drown, tonight arise the Tyrant Crown
Why, why do I stay?
Silver, I say, isn't worth the shining
Burn my throne, take me home
How, how could I see the cynic in me when she's so divining?
Burn my throne, take me home
With whole consent, sell my innocence
I witnessed trial, saw that jester hanging
And he'd already slipped inside, but who's still breathing?
Me
Who's still breathing?
Off with their heads
The crown is broken, the king is dead, that tyrant calling, "off with their heads"
No victor standing, for kings have bled, that king still calling, "off with their heads"
An heir is falling, the air is thinning, a baron calling, "no pride in sinning"
No victor prying, the shame of winning, my empress crying, "no pride in sinning"
Off with their heads
Why, why do I stay?
Silver, I say, isn't worth the shining
Burn my throne, take me home
How, how could I see the cynic in me when she's so divining?
Burn my throne, take me home
With whole consent sell my innocence
Turn to gold
Grave to behold
Burn my throne
Take me home
(Off with their heads)