Here’s to another night alone
Back to my former broken home
Get to writing feelings down
Another party all around—
I like to chase them all away
I wouldn't want to let them stay.
I like to watch the bitter ends
Know we were never really friends.
“You give yourself too much credit.”
That voice'll destroy you if you let it.
“You give yourself too much credit.”
That voice’ll destroy you if you let it.
“Let it."
I am the king of the castle,
Cursing this crown as a hassle.
I am but a man: brash, crass, cruel
and ready to rule— if I have to.
No man fights himself like I do;
I’m Gilgamesh and Enkindu.
In the flesh, I’m too great, a new
Ornate head of state who knows too
Much to mandate his few dates chew
the cud before we have fun,
Forget the grass—
hit it fast, it’ll never last.
Confess I’m a mess—
More is less, so I can attest,
“Happiness is a pest,” I guess.
Put her fresh flesh on to bereave
My own hide’s rot, is it right?
I only know that I know not.
No cap, but I’ve turned my tassel.
I am the king of the castle.
How many ones that got away
Would even have the nerve to stay
It’s a sorry state to play
But there ain't nothing left to say
Start conversations with “good–by”
And staying home’s my alibi.
It feels good to never cry,
But I forget the reasons why.
“You give yourself too much credit”
That voice will destroy you if you let it.
“You give yourself too much credit”
That voice will destroy you if you let it.
“Let it.”
I am the king of the castle.
I live my life like an asshole.
Set out to the edge of the earth,
My mind, bent on a dearth of mirth,
To find joy to spend in the wake
Of an ache to finally break
Free from insanity to flee
This mark of Cain on me.
Oblation before salvation
is just bread, chasing libations—
my bed’s red.
So get bread and learn to be strong—
these moans ain’t Solomon's song;
we both know we knew all along.
Dithering ’tween Jezebel and hell.
A blithering fool for her when
Them withering falsies flitter.
Snakes slither, I whither, I’m bitter.
Better let her live as a debtor—
the Scarlet letter’ll just aid
and abet her.
She sheds skin, and I’ll die again.
Livin in sin, gin and juice spin.
Awed by de Sade
Lady in red’ll’ve read right on:
A win–win…
then why the chagrin?
Today is a tale told by an
Underhand wandering madman:
Deicide is too great? That’s bull.
I am the king of the castle!
Watch the sunset after dark
That sunshine really leaves its mark
Guess I’ll just watch it fade away
Another doll another day.
I like to leave the night alone
Guess I’m just better on my own
Never knew the light of day
Could make things any other way…
That voice will destroy you if you let it.
That voice will destroy you if you
let it.
That voice will destroy you
if you let it.