Heavy lies the crown that wears
The head
The spectre of a golden call walks
In his stead
My nighmares drawn from
Memory banks
Gone to waste, immaculate white
Elephants

Under the wine-red canopy
Blue bloods indulge in their own
Fantasies
Renames the cast
File underlings
Tracks they lay to pave the way
For the hollow King

True mock coronation
Well-spent ammunition
Silent procession
In your wake
Wide open letter
Temporary savior
Dubious power in your name

Bad omens
Would not dissipate
Gone to seed the fleet
Proceed to evacuate
Heavy lies the weary
Head indeed
Far too great the task ahead for
The Hollow King

True mock coronation
Well-spent ammunition
Silent procession
In your wake
Wide open letter
Temporary savior
Dubious power in your name

True mock coronation
Well-spent ammunition
Silent procession
In your wake