Choke
Choke on the stale air
A coffin for a peon
Boxed in
These walls to a tomb without a kingdom to behold of the corpse of a king of old
What's my treasure to behold, when I wander the grove?
Sanctity eluded, of a life that's been deluded
Seal me away
A coffin we call a life
A crutch of the mind
What will I see when I die?
The cold hard truth of a worthless life
I've been prone to lose myself in these halls
These spirits haunt these walls I call home
A treasure trove of times I've lost myself here
I fear the worst is yet to come
Reigning over the world by the tips of their fingers
Coded and stored
Backed up the words that you couldn't before
No back left of the mummified corpse
I'm rotting away
Isn't it Ironic that we have more than kings ever had
Still crying over the blessed life we have
As If everything the world has to offer isn't enough
I hope you suffocate on the air, you consume so much