If god didn’t want us to make peace with emptiness, they wouldn’t be so quiet So I’ll be a loud obnoxious deity and only whisper privately Everything is more beautiful when we’re truly doomed, even your duty to exude empathy Carry me o tempest to the crest of the mountain housing the fountain of youth Dipping jewels in the liquid watch them fizzle into the mist that powers this here airship Pip pip and we off into the clouds sippin’ piff and eating orange marmalade on my toast Sittin’ toasty in the blizzard, no boasting to your copy cats whether or not they’re anonymous The tastefulness of the spit is obvious to a kinky succubus, no complaints among this heavenly host I’m here to melt your fucking face without even doing the most We bare teeth & Bear claws until we’re deader than ghosts Falcons on fire speed like bullets past the pyre and ignite the pilot light of this great earth golem’s heart as it stirs awake and plots its course to the center of the mark Most Young Kings Get Their Heads Cut Off Most Young Kings Get Their Heads Cut Off Most Young Kings Get Their Heads Cut Off The champions of our time have often been lost