Lyrics

He came in the night like a song. Does it sing better at a funeral or entrance theme march?
Your lungs collapse under the bulk of repeats; of every crash of every fall you receive.
And all the sadness never stifles the irony; I can’t believe you’re dead.

I think I’d better run for my life.
‘Cause legend is just as real as heaven if you trust him.
And you had all my trust in the sky, ‘til you fell through it.
Now, I’m losing more than mind.
How could this get worse? My king is gone. My king is gone.

The news came at night like a bomb. I’d never shy from risk ‘cause you weren’t too far.
You set the standard, but I don’t think I learned a thing.
I can’t believe you’re dead.

I think I’d better run for my life.
‘Cause legend is just as real as heaven if you trust him.
And you had all my trust in the sky, ‘til you fell through it.
Now I’m losing more than mind.
How could this get worse? My king is… my king is gone.