from your empire of consequence
crumbling around your head
but before you leave
have a nostalgic look around
Focus your one good eye
Realign your inadequate perceptions King
then at least you could rebuild
or let it all just fall apart
Who cares for your empty waste land
You? Tell me do you know?
It could of been this, it should of been that
What, if, why and so on and so on
Awake from your dream one eyed king
Have a brief word with yourself
Before excuses bleed you dry
And dead is all you'll ever be
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