You know I was always there
You know my face, yeah
And all the nights to enjoy
And built small stories
Exists for us to give death
Something when it reads
Colourful enough to permit
Its tears for me

And it will take me
But at least crying

"There are just too many notes"
Said your majesty
"You just need to cut a few
And will be perfect to me
don't take it too hard
You know that I'm right. "
Raising his chest forward, said
"Which few did you have in mind, sire"

Know what they're thinking
Our hands are closed
Covered with passion and fury
They will choke in their wisdom