I'm not alone, I'm my own king.
This is my (?)
(?) Sharpened claws

(?) I can breath
What used to be I relish in your agony.
Dance with me nobody is watching
You're beautiful my grace(?)

The smell, the taste, the horrid inhibition
We're dancing to music that's not about collision.
One way or another the muse is our envision.
We're best friends we're not friends we're torn by inhibitions.

And I'm sorry for all this.

I'm sorry that I never chose to be like you, a coward a fool that falls apart.
(?) I am alive
I'm sorry that I ever chose to be like you, a coward a fool that falls apart.
(?) I am alive

I said that I'm sorry.
Nothing is different.
I'm still the same.
You choose not to listen.
I do what I want, as long as I can.
I am the king, I am the man. I'm not alone.