down, down, down / the monarchy goes
it rose up / with the pope himself
buildings burning / churches destroyed / all in his goddamned eyes
at once / from full moon tides
combust / collapse
he sighs / the tudor crown upon is head / polished gold / carving words into skin
the castle rests / so she waits / everything is falling
his lips whisper / i am a king / a god /my monarchy will rise
but i press my finger / to the inside of his mouth
"shhhhh / close your eyes / sleep for years / we are strong
the new and the bold / self proclaimed / but we are weak / and porcelain bones"
turn to ashes / little golden king / our palace will be empty for ages
