I see his ghost subside,
red with time,
the threshold in which he died,
killed in prime.
Up from the black bowels
of memory,
my king's criminal scowl
but underneath,
a memory shines its lofty glow.
We swang so high,
I swear our feet touched the sky.
Once we were happy and free
citizens of the sky, living in smiled lies.
We built homes in our minds,
We lived nostalgic lies.
And once we remembered time:
how slowly it past, a bending mass.
Oh oh oh.
I see the prince has died
blue with time
the lightning was his guide
willed to his prime
Up from the black bowels,
a thousand trees
jut up and they surround
and in between
we lay in the bath of his softly glow.
Do you remember when
you made a mess
and wouldn't confess?
They smiled then,
wiped off your face and put you to bed.
Balanced on the crazy cliff,
you relieve your hand
and lighten your grip.
You feel loosened,
free from your false innocence;
You're false, in a sense
What's going on is going gone.
What's going on? It's going gone.
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