truth is treason in an empire of lies
building a dynasty, but it’s just my disguise
the illusions of war, delusions accepted to the core
distracted by the material things and shining ore
in my hands of gold, through eyes so cold
bound to this sinful throne, a story that’s been left untold
diamond rings, denying their kings
names in gold, their stories left untold
the voices sing, about the shining things
our hearts of gold, always tend to mold
paying for my molten bones
my heart and soul, is forever torn
shadows in the dark standing all alone
my pawns are souls, forever left to mourn
counting the days until i turn into stone
my sins of greed, is all i know
believing is treason, illusions of breathing
broken kings, chains and gold
in an empire that’s always been forever bleeding
seeing is reason, delusions are controlled
in a world of distrust, came forth my lust
on the throne of rust, i turn into dust
diamond ore, turns into coal
silk sheets of gold, feeling so cold
a hellfire, burning in my soul
iron so cold, and never getting old
paying for my molten bones
my heart and soul, is forever torn
shadows in the dark standing all alone
my pawns are souls, forever left to mourn
counting the days until i turn into stone
my sins of greed, is all i know
a dynasty built to fall so many ages ago
to the material things i hold so close
a foreign desire, forged by fire
my sins of greed, is all i know