Tekster: Lonely Kings. Crowning Glory. What You Want.

Lets paint a portrait for the pain
I can't afford you anyway
You can't eascape me refuse to try
What's yours is yours, your's is mine
When the world is not good enough did you need it anyways?
I said "why the hell are we standing here?"
Its just a matter of taste
You can't have what you want, what you want
You don't want what you have, so free it
Look towards the future
Pour champagne
Shatter the crystal clear message
You can berate me
Refuse to try, worthless try
So complicating, your disguise
Freedom yeah, fuck yeah