We were too close to the stars~

Your throne will fall - oh, dear King

You think you're just – so moral

I think you're just lost

You walk around – your head up high

Hope it won't frost

Of the cold – of the mighty

Your throne will fall – eventually

Don't lose your way, oh, dear King – you're not so almighty

If I could – I'd run and jump

Tearing the lousy crown

Kneeling you upon my feet – falling with a thump

I smile upon – my brown broom

Wondering for my future

I know I'd die – not even a tomb

Unmoved like a suture