Underneath the setting sun the jester and the chosen one debate which way
they’ll make the world revolve again
While somewhere deep under the ground
The lords and ladies of the crown will sow their seeds
All through the night and plant words that he will write
A puppet dancing on a string- he’s in control of everything
So safe and sound inside the wool they’ve wrapped him in And slowly children gather round and see
The freakshow they have found and bathe under his golden light
And drink the words of second sight
King of the sugarcoated tongues
Building his tower to the sun
Ashes, ashes burn him down
Ashes, ashes burn him down
Sitting on his throne up high
A playroom king surrounded by the butterflies they put there just to flatter him
And through the one-way mirror’s eye
His masters view their latest prize
And make the change he’ll usher in to cater to their every whim
But shrouded by the veil of night
The puppet king begins to bite the hands that hold the silver chains he’s
shackled with
And from the ashes of a fool
A superstar will rise to rule the secret armies they once led
All hail the king, the prince is dead
King of the sugarcoated tongues
Building his tower to the sun
Ashes, ashes burn him down
Hail to the savior now
He’s come straight from their breeding plans to love
Ashes, ashes burn him down
Ashes, ashes burn him down
When we go down to the core
You bend enough times and you’re sure to invite
The waves that linger within and collapse the boat that we’re sinking in You followed him out, so follow him in Swallow the words that he serves again