Yet I am a king, I withstand the embrace of fiends and pistols,
If I do not die for the crown, it’d be for crystal.
If I do not die for the crown, it’d be for crystal.
She lays white as snow,
Like water flows,
She can be blown,
I’ve watched her grow.
Like water flows,
She can be blown,
I’ve watched her grow.
Though it’d be part-time, she’d wait for me at home,
Except when she’s confiscated, leaving me alone.
Except when she’s confiscated, leaving me alone.
Crimes increased so I need to disappear,
But without Crystal my symptoms pretty clear,
But without Crystal my symptoms pretty clear,
With a clenched jaw, I speak as I can,
And ask Crystal once more for her hand,
Then the heat in my body radiates,
As the pupils in my eyes dilate,
And ask Crystal once more for her hand,
Then the heat in my body radiates,
As the pupils in my eyes dilate,
Staggering for life, I struggle to find peace,
As fiends wait upon my decease,
Fare me well,
Now Crystals my fairy-tale.
As fiends wait upon my decease,
Fare me well,
Now Crystals my fairy-tale.
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