Heavy is the crown,
And weary is the head that wears it,
Cold is the iron rod,
Frozen to the hand that bears it.
Bloody is the red carpet
As are those who choose to walk it,
Poisoned is the silver tongue,
Dead are those who used and sought it.
......
suns for kisses, kisses to mars
mars on the moon, he misses stars
stars are dead, dead in our hearts
hearts weary and broken, broken by our mars.
suns for kisses, kisses to mars
mars on the moon, he misses stars
stars are dead, dead in our hearts
hearts weary and broken, broken by our mars.
Heavy is the crown,
And weary is the head that wears it,
Cold is the iron rod,
Frozen to the hand that bears it.
Bloody is the red carpet
As are those who choose to walk it,
Poisoned is the silver tongue,
Dead are those who used and sought it.
......