Ego

We.

young kings

Stripped of our vanity

But not our pride

We confide in pain

It’s all we have

All we can trust

we take it and give em the blues

Yeah

We let them drink

Like fine wine, it burns so good

But don’t forget

I’m here to get

Every itch

That I can’t scratch

Because of the chains

So you can appropriate Every ounce of the juice from our veins

Yeah

get lost in the sauce

As we rise again

Something

Hollow

Still

Profound

Forever