White King

[TK]

I shake from the lack of poisions relieving my health
By bounding my will and heart, all in a matter of stealth
Wishing on to the gods of hell, oh the secrets I wish I could tell
I need your shoulder to bear and your heart to share
Because, without them, I will sink in all of my despair

But this hate runs infinetely deep for you
Crossing with my desire to be free...

I pound my feet on a dirty street
With a white king
Praying to his feet
"Please, please, just release me"
He laughs, and says "Go, but you'll never be free"

Now I crawl and beg to scrummage what I can
and scream to my nightmares that I almost outran,
"Please, please just let me fall again so I can forget all of this"

But I never did, and I don't think I ever will
This is too tightly anchored to what I feel
I wish I could have you but how could I?
My mind is as clear as fog
And my soul is as dirty as smog

So I pray on a dirty street
To a smoking white king
Bending down and whispering at his feet,
"Please, please, just let me die"
He simply smiles...

Now I crawl and beg to scrummage as much courage as I can
And welcome all of my slaves to my grave
They bring the hammers, but I'm just not that brave.

"Please just let me leave" I said
But I never did, and I don't think I ever will