Imaginary Kingdom

I live happy and rent free down the alley from the self-anointed king
The crown that sits just out of sight has jewels of amber and shining light
Silver tongues tell beautiful lies where the loudest voice is always right
Always the hero, always the victim, while we’re all living in a broken system
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Under the guise of righteousness and virtue you can coronate yourself amongst the fools
So when everything you touch turns to gold, you start having trouble carrying all the golden shit you hold
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Trust that he’s been ‘round the world and he can show you all the things that he has learned
Isn’t he humble; isn’t he grand, but be wary of whats hidden in the other hand
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Now Under the guise of righteousness and virtue you can coronate yourself amongst the fools
But when everything you touch turns gold, you start having trouble carrying all the golden shit you hold