Sunday, August 22, 2010

Leo

We all meet people in our lives sometimes who, at first, allure us and want us. Some of these people are only in our lives to devour what they need from us and toss us like ragged carcass into their lair as trophies. What if we didn't give these hunters their satisfactions? What if they were the king of nothing? We should never let anyone use us in this way. We are more than this.


You're the king of the jungle, a hunter
Borne rich in pride
You're so full of yourself, it's no wonder you
Can't be satisfied
Bold and irrestibly fierce you
Stalk upon your prey
All your subjects lay down for you
There is no escape
Much too haughty to be caught without some
Prize possession in tow
Feeding off of the spoils for a lifetime
All on your own
You're the cream of the crop, me, I'm only
Another fish in the sea
You're sitting high on the top, but oh how lonely
The summit seems to be

Yeah you're the king
The king of a hollowed bastion
The king who will never take action
God it's so easy when nobody's coming to challenge thy crown
You're the king, pretty baby
The king of a kingdom that's empty
The lord of a world that's descending down and stalling out
Don't you wish somebody'd save you now?

Food's becoming much more scarce now
The pride is moving away
Because this field is all you know
You will elect to stay
But all the animals know your tricks now
Tired of beng your prey
They knew you'd one day wear down
And that day is today
The jungle seems so much more empty
The fields are tattered and torn
Roaring up at the sky you're cursing
The day you were born
Unwilling to compromise you'll
Choose to stay where you are
You will die with an empty stomach
And a broken heart

Yeah you're the king
The king of a hollowed bastion
The king who will never take action
God it's so easy when nobody's coming to challenge thy crown
You're the king, pretty baby
The king of a kingdom that's empty
The lord of a world that's descending down and stalling out
Don't you wish somebody'd save you now?

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