King looks down, down and stares
Waiting for
The quiet crowd to start a riot
Against his reign
His divine solitude in the tower of mirrors
The tower of glass, reaching towards heavens
Kings gaze and fool's reflected instead
Eternal burden of his leaded crown
Accompanied by a gun pointed to his head
King wears the clothes of a clown
A storm inside your mind, watch the years rush by
Heads too heavy
Weight of the crown
Pride of a foolish king
Sweaty hands shake
This house of cards will tumble
Crystal walls will crumble
Time to end the pain
Fear of fraud in your tower of mirrors
The tower will fall crumble into pieces
Your people crave your mirrors to break
They want to dismember your fragile crown
Alone with your gun day to day
Wear the mask of a clown
A storm inside your mind, watch the years rush by
Heads too heavy
Weight of the crown
Pride of a foolish king
Sweaty hands shake
This house of cards will tumble
Crystal walls will crumble
Time to end the pain