Gather close my friends — Attend to my confusion
These thoughts till now have been too far for you to reach
Gather close to me — My students of delusion
Listen carefully to what I have to teach
So finally, you will walk with me — As an equal in the heart of my prophecies
No struggle now, and no falling down — No hiding from the attitudes and jealousies
The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship me!
Then hand in hand, we will make that stand
I was once myself, but now I am another man
There’s a sense of urgency — Flawed invisibility
The negative converge — feel the synchronicity
A union of consequence beyond this lost adversary
The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship me!
There’s nothing more to fear — A question of a few degrees
From sane to maniac — We’re feathers on a dying breeze
You trust your life to float — Across the gentle ebb and flow
And on the random whims — A God that no one really knows
The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship…
There’s nothing more to fear — A question of a few degrees
From care to negligence — In freedom or captivity
Perhaps there is a place — Far outside these prison walls
Where I may live your life — A cleaner slate, a stronger cause
The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship me!
So I exist in this fragile equilibrium
Which glues the substance of the universe to me
The stars they’re falling down, drawn to me in millions
Only I can set them free… set them free
Set them free! Only I can set them free!
You try to live without me by your side
You try to live without me now but
I will always be there, just a single breath away
And I will always be there – I will share your fate again
The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship me!
The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship me!