King Songtext
von Dikembe

I like to think I′m pretty patient and careful
When it comes to myself
But I can see that's pretty dangerous
Cause when the grace runs out you spend a couple days in hell

So leave a mess if you must
But leave your dirt in the dust
It′s just the earth feels different
Like everybody left but the shit kept spinning

Spend every day of the week
Trying my best not to
Speak
Trying my best not to speak
Or say anything to anyone but me


So I scrub and I scrape
Until my skin starts to sing
And if I'm lucky there's some sort of prize for this
But if there′s not, I won′t say a thing
And when the fog starts
A slow creep
And the room starts to race
I can't find space to

Speak
Trying my best not to speak
Or say anything to anyone but me

Speak
Trying my best not to speak
Or say anything to anyone but me

Speak
Trying my best not to speak
Or say anything to anyone but me

Spend every day of the week
Making excuses not to speak
Convincing myself it doesn′t mean shit to me
And calling myself "King"