False King Songtext
von Cabeza

To stand upon your own tomb
Beneath the plural sky
Divine right, denied life
Twisted yet so pure


To deny the lines written in time
When I only read from the blindfolded eyes
I′m screaming muted disgust
Dreaming of dying, my sentence is just

As I am molded by the leftover clay
I greet the great mist from the blindfolded eyes

I want it all, but I crave none
Where the grey meets my grave, I exist as one