Lyrics: My life is like a king That sounds egotistical, I guess But I swear I’m only pretty cool at best And I swear, I always thought that kings never had a time or place to rest their heads From the moment they wake up to the moment they sleep Their face remains stoic for the image that they keep And at night do I break with the kings or is it just me The latter is depressing, yet it grounds us in reality And late at night do kings beg to cry Because the burden of their lives have made their tears run dry Do they pray to God like me, “please help, I’m terrified” And does He just stay silent in the sky And I can’t be alone in this And I pity the kings who have to be alone in this Because I know that when they reach out they lose their facade And they realise they’re truly human all along My life is like a king I’m up here in silk robes and fancy rings But I’d trade nobility for peasantry In an instant If I knew what hells waited for me On the other side of my ego, woe is me My life is like a king I’m up here in silk robes and fancy rings But I’d trade nobility for peasantry In an instant If I knew what hells waited for me On the other side of my ego, woe is me My life is like a king And to me humanity is scary It makes me feel weak it shows the real me The real me that lives inside my head The real me, they sit in a corner of my mind while my body runs free And then they come out when I’m sitting in bed And I’d like to think that kings feel the same Because in some selfish way I want someone to feel my pain Because I hate being alone I need someone to tell me it’s okay I need someone that feels the same that I do every single day So until then I’m in my mind I hide inside my mind Like a king’s country it’s vast and wide And when I’m with other people I’m walking on eggshells like there’s landmines Because to me opening up is a crime And vulnerability is a weakness So I meet people with a cold stare, unwavering eyes And at night I try to cry but all I can get is a sigh Because for some reason God hates me, but I could’ve sworn I was baptized So, my life is like a king If people see That he’s a real person tied to his humanity They’ll look at him in a way so painful to me, he We

Lyrics: My life is like a king That sounds egotistical, I guess But I swear I’m only pretty cool at best And I swear, I always thought that kings never had a time or place to rest their heads From the moment they wake up to the moment they sleep Their face remains stoic for the image that they keep And at night do I break with the kings or is it just me The latter is depressing, yet it grounds us in reality And late at night do kings beg to cry Because the burden of their lives have made their tears run dry Do they pray to God like me, “please help, I’m terrified” And does He just stay silent in the sky And I can’t be alone in this And I pity the kings who have to be alone in this Because I know that when they reach out they lose their facade And they realise they’re truly human all along My life is like a king I’m up here in silk robes and fancy rings But I’d trade nobility for peasantry In an instant If I knew what hells waited for me On the other side of my ego, woe is me My life is like a king I’m up here in silk robes and fancy rings But I’d trade nobility for peasantry In an instant If I knew what hells waited for me On the other side of my ego, woe is me My life is like a king And to me humanity is scary It makes me feel weak it shows the real me The real me that lives inside my head The real me, they sit in a corner of my mind while my body runs free And then they come out when I’m sitting in bed And I’d like to think that kings feel the same Because in some selfish way I want someone to feel my pain Because I hate being alone I need someone to tell me it’s okay I need someone that feels the same that I do every single day So until then I’m in my mind I hide inside my mind Like a king’s country it’s vast and wide And when I’m with other people I’m walking on eggshells like there’s landmines Because to me opening up is a crime And vulnerability is a weakness So I meet people with a cold stare, unwavering eyes And at night I try to cry but all I can get is a sigh Because for some reason God hates me, but I could’ve sworn I was baptized So, my life is like a king If people see That he’s a real person tied to his humanity They’ll look at him in a way so painful to me, he We