He is made of sh**
Wants not a glimpse of the sun
Wandering my pretty
Hides in his lover's c*nt
So he says (to me)
You've got to let go of (your beliefs)
For I have seen men (fall)
Worth more than you'd ever be
So don't you see what I (mean)
Your mind could never (conceive)
The knowledge that I (possess)
To share at my will
Oh my precious thing
You stand out but none can see
Bitter hollow soul
Pity the kingdom less king