macrocefalo
Cold play-la vida. I ruled the mind The seas would part when I gave the order Now in the mornings I sleep alone I sweep the streets that were once mine I gave the orders, felt the fear in my enemies' eyes Heard the people sing The old king is dead, long live the king In an hour I had the key I discovered my castles are upon Pillars of salt, On pillars of sand I hear the bells of Jerusalem ringing, The choirs of the Roman cavalry are playing, Be my mirror, my sword and my shield, My missionaries in a foreign land, For some reason I can't explain, After you were gone there was no, There was no sincere word, That was when I ruled the world, It was a treacherous and wild wind, Blowing doors open for me to enter, Windows shattered to the beat of the drums, People couldn't believe what I had become. Revolutionaries await, My head on a silver platter. I'm just a puppet on a lonely string. Another time, the walls closed in on me. Who would want to be king
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