Dying Kings

We are the skulls, the drugs, the bones & holes
We are the ghosts that hide behind your remorse

Enjoy
Your stolen freedom through a mask made of broken mirrors
Take things lightly, please don't hurt your back
Take things lightly, till they get you back
We are the skulls, the drugs, the bones & holes
We are the ghosts that hide behind your remorse
We are the dying kings, the people of France
Get your swords out, prepare your defense
We are the skulls, the drugs, the bones & holes
We are the ghosts that hide behind your remorse
We are the people who lived it too hard
And now the people who leave it too young

And when the sun gets down
And the moonlight is something absurd
I made you hundred times, but damn
You were something bad

Oblivion, the seven little sins that turn you on
The seven little shows you’re watching on television, gone, soon be gone

And when the sun gets down
And the moonlight is something absurd
I made you hundred times, but damn
You were something bad

Are we clever and better than ever?
By the way we live together
In a way much more safer
In a way that will last for ever

And ever, ever and ever

We are the skulls, the drugs, the bones & holes
We are the ghosts that hide behind your remorse