The Lone Chair
1st verse - Atticus
2nd Verse - Nostradomus
And there, where a kings hand
once thumbed death for instance,
heads once rolled, and man's cold
dammed the gifted... Is a hole.
The throne of a leader unjust
has grown ever green in disgust.
The peasant shoulders soldier
never more his tyrannical sword.
Passed to floor with a crash,
the gluttonous is fumbled back
and forth as... a crack forms.
His seat of glee and gluttony
no longer seen as just a seat,
As irony grips the kings stomach,
this fat fuck's consumed by a glutton.
And wow, its alittle odd now
how thow who opt. to sit on down
and be tugged up to your brick structure
turns to peasant without its structure.
His once throne holds it capture...
Throat open, see him trapped there.
As the King which mimicked hell,
sits sifting again in all our riches....
... But in the belly of this wishing well.
As I sit upon it, my thoughts come tracing the facts ,
Of how we loved our children but our children never loved us back
But the years went quickly by us, our children and you have gone,
I’m left with only memories, and this chair I sit upon
Saw my reflection in the mirror, almost broke down and cried,
So little hope that I'm alive, I wish that I had died
Feed me your lies, gazing across the table, open wide,
Though the weight of my heart is oppressive, not even the size
You know it's not coincidental that you’re lost, no trace
It’s dripping off of your face, and you’re losing your mind in this place
When a man loses his mate, many days are spent in years,
And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears
It's hard enough being alone, sitting here quiet by the phone,
waiting for my memories to soften my mind, but they're hard as stone
Light threatens your soul, the way you see it when time has come,
though when you expire and arise, you feel nothing, your life is numb
Sitting here solely still, world is silent, but you go deaf,
because the sound of death is concealed, it closes your chest
It compresses your story, vanish to dust, it was never meant to be,
I've been sitting at a table with no one, for years the seat's been empty.
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