does it make you happier to rule the world?
can you taste the loss of humanity sliding down your
throat? perhaps us mortals cannot understand but maybe
ignorance is bliss.
kings and queens demand their name carved into their
kingdoms, and drink their glass of immortality. residing in a place of
pillars of gold and marble and jade and
a crown of blood and tears and shame.
heroes live on in our minds and legends live on in our hearts
but rulers live on in the stars, they mock and laugh down on the
disaster we willingly waltz into; we are dying, we are dying, we drink
our own poison willingly.
heavy is the head the wears the crown, heavier the shoulders of
the souls that must bear it. say your decrees from your palace above
our hearts and we hope and pray for better.
what runs in the veins of monarchs? is it gold, red, black?
your assignment today- everybody wants to rule the world, by lorde. go forth and prosper.