#spotifymetal

The Tourist by American Standards

When all the dust settles

What will be seen

Tarnished relics of fallen king

The wise claim

Love lives on

As beacon of the past life

Guided to the salvaged throne

Passed through this last breath

The debts are paid with copper covered eyes

With the echos silenced

The fire rises

Melts away gilded paths

To show a kings haunted memories

And you made of wax

Burnt at both ends

There is a beauty in

Impermanence

When our bodies are laid in a row

The only difference

Is the flowers that they grow

And we believe

We chase a dream

Inventing meaning out of nothing

The waves push a fate since sealed

Looking back a young king no longer moves forward

Allow the thoughts of regret to float away

A head held high embrace the embers

From lake of mourning

And you made of wax

Burnt at both ends

There is a beauty in

Impermanence

When our bodies are laid in a row

The only difference

Is the flowers that they grow

And we believe

We chase a dream

Inventing meaning out of nothing

In the face of the end I'm a wretch

Fools gold formed a noose on my neck

I hang alone from the rafters

Drowned out all their screams with my laughter

Insurgence cursing my purpose

Lost my way in pursuit of purchase

I've learned that my worth is worthless

Tell my serfs when I'm in the dirt to

Give me my crown

Watch me burn this kingdom down