Pride is the stilt
That keeps me low
Tedium crowned me
King of this empire
I wear it unnoticed
I revile
My cul-de-sac
Where nothing is
Of substance
Silently mocking
Vulgarly acclaiming
Your kind as well
As my
My cul-de-sac
Slowly speeding
To the dead
Come, now
Paradise is
A fix on
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
