I just want to thank youFor all that you’ve doneThe mess you’ve madeYour allegationsI don’t want to blame youBut I need to crackdownYou’re essential to the processAnd the essence of my breakdownI can’t wait to sell you, to the village of foolsYou’re a violent hangover, malicious, so cruelCould you keep it secret?You couldn’t lock it up tightYou’re a sea of informationThat’s spilling out from all sidesI think I might find youA little clumsy and aloofAtop a mountain of sandUnhinged in untruthsHow does it feel, upon your throne?How does it feel, to be all alone?How does it feel, to crawl so low?You’re the king of nothing, you’re just a showHow does it feel?I will give you no wordsYes, I choose a mute stanceIt’s hard enough to engageThe smart as well as the assYou couldn’t keep it secretYou couldn’t lock it up tightCause you’re a sea of informationThat’s bleeding out of the liesHow does it feel, upon your throne?How does it feel, to be all alone?How does it feel, to crawl so low?You’re the king of nothing, you’re just a showHow does it feel?One might deceive, one might alignOne more disease, yeah, the great divide!How does it feel, to be on your own?You are the seed, welcome to the showWelcome to the showWelcome to the showWelcome to the showWelcome to the showHow does it feel?Welcome to the showHow does it feel?