Close the door and pull the shade Take a look at what remains Of the man that once stood at the top of his own kingdom. Pass the halls and mop the floors And see what all this was once before And its no secret that the king will soon be fallen. Say no words as you see his eyes Covered in fear and trying to disguise The last words out of his mouth for heroism. He stands alone with his crown of thorns And bows to the crowd with threats and scorns Though he held true to his people. And when he dies there will a tear stained line On the face of god in his robe of swine While the kingdom moves on to its next victim.
