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And I stood before a King
with a crown upon his head
And he looked me in the eyes
And then this is what he said
He said, I, was out my head, I was out of control
Thought I was living, but I wasn’t and
Sometimes, you crash and you burn
Before your once again whole
Gather the pieces to the puzzle
Said, I, was out my head, I was out of control
Look in the mirror and you’ll see that
It’s not worth wasting your time
With things that destory your soul
Gather the pieces to the puzzle
I stared straight at this man and I noticed something strange
Upon his withered hand there was written down a name
My mind began to open and I began to see
This wasn’t just man, but this withered king was me
