Black Hat Bones
the prophet king
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I am a prophet king
with my very fake crown
I'd sell my soul for free to touch myself above the ground
I am a garbage man
and I am not alone
I've got myself to touch when noone else has reached the stone
-this was supposed to be
a faceless sound inside of me but,
it seem that all my bones are breaking into black
and all that would think is how I am supposed to feel when
the prophet king is gonna pull me in the dark-
you are the queen of pain
you wanna steal my crown
but I will never treat you like a fool so let me know
what do you want from me?
what are you expecting for?
maybe another day will trust you like a faithfull core