Repugnant is his lifes story
Dreaming of a noose around his neck
But hearing neither angels or devils sing

Taking the drug again
It happens so often
Ravenous for the sweet slumber it may bring

Imagining the gallows as paridise
Wearing the guillotine like a fashion
Morbid he is, for life he will no longer cling

The drug takes its affect
He squanders his ticking time
He no longer wants to see the gloden ring

There it lie, heated with anger
His heart broken as it hit the ground
Kingdom crushed, as was the heart of a king

His head is racing with thoughts
No longer able to take breath
Heart is pounding, sounding off its final beating