Words come easy Behind a screen When there's no interface-to-face To be seen
King of Insects You eat your own Atop an anthill You call your throne
Kingdom of one So unaware As one-by-one your subjects Vanish into air
Chatter to the wind Make your decree And save your venom For the ones who disagree
Your castle walls are falling Your body's frail Your window on the world Is minuscule in scale
Burrow deep now Escape the light Heaven forbid you have to face T he ones you slightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
