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