King Me

I saw the world through the lens of a pinhole camera I saw nothing. I was blind. In between a black hole and a super nova is where you’ll find me Imploding and expanding simultaneously No longer blind. I’d been running away for so long When I finally caught myself there wasn’t much left. The script’s last page is blank And the medicine is gone. A sick monster, a twister of dark matter On a heavier trip than you can comprehend A tornado trying to mend the life it shattered Waiting for nothing to begin. A flat line, my insides are turning out. King Me is killing me. I keep walking past the places I was born in Now their faces are blank, shiny, and dead I don’t recognize a thing, I can’t recall them A closed book that I can never read again. A flat line, my insides are turning out. The lights fade, this final war starts now. King Me is killing me. All of that is ending now for I have arisen Survived myself somehow, dead and imprisoned I’m fighting to live if I am to see the day I swear I’ll never sleep again I am no man’s slave. I wanted the fog to lift but I was living in a cloud Nostalgia is grinding the life from today The present always dies in future memories And King Me is killing me Cut wide open and bleeding to death for all to see. King Me is killing me. He’s killing me. He won’t kill me. I won’t let him kill me. He won’t kill me.