Kings

I drink the cloudy city rainwater

You can never save my soul

Painted glass on my stomach and I don't break it for no one, go

Your blood runs like a river when your back's turned

And hope don't float when it's choking on its last words

Word, which one would you use to describe this

I'm sick of fighting everyone around me for silence

Sick of trying to get by inside of your silly blinded

Vision of what you though life was before you dived in

Take a look at me I'm picking through my last meal

Heading to the gallows with a smile on my cracked grill and

That's real, you can keep your little rap deals

Cause I don't give a damn about being king of any crap hill

Stop, and let it fall where the chips land

And take the earth from underneath your fragile pride and kick stand, so

When it all clears and the rain clouds fade

You can sleep with the rest of the skeletons in their grave

This city,(yeah) it's really got a hold on you

This city,(yeah) it's really got a hold on you

You don't need to fight me off I'm well on my way

Gonna leave these cobblestones and matchsticks in the back of my brain

I learned that you don't have a single word left that you can say

Better make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face

Your king is dead

You can cherish these bricks all day

But not a single one will ever get you outta here and take you away

You want a throne that can never be claimed

But standing there looking like another drone that lost his way

So take the broken crown off

Bowing in a kingdom full of fools gold

Searching for a diamond in a pile full of bruised hopes

You're looking at me through those tiny little two holes

That lie to you and force you to be blinded when the truth shows

Yeah, I guess I'm nothing but a blood drop

That fell out of your last black listed number one spot

Coagulate me, I'm ready to be released and

Outta your palms like the burgundy powdered breeze, how poetic

You all want change but won't let it

Get a breath of any answer till you decided it was ready to breathe

Believe me, that's the nature of the beast

Break his little legs and watch it try to flee

Watch it hobble out your awful line of reach

Turn around and pull the cotton out it's mouth

And pour it's heart out in the streets

And when all of this is over

You can sharpen up your teeth

Just to smile in the mirror while the rest of you depletes

This city,(yeah) it's really got a hold on you

This city,(yeah) it really ate a hole through you

You don't need to fight me off I'm well on my way

Gonna leave these cobblestones and matchsticks in the back of my brain

I learned that you don't have a single word left that you can say

Better make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face

Your king is dead

You don't need to fight me off I'm well on my way

Gonna leave these cobblestones and matchsticks in the back of my brain

I learned that you don't have a single word left that you can say

Better make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face

Your king is dead