Yo, el Rey

One (one) Two (two) Three (three) Four Considered sick From all my sins and nasty spit Where I'll soon be My thoughts won't rape me anymore And I'll be free This life feels cold There's not much more Lift up to see All I have given to my needs I'm somewhere near My feet do tingle Air feels deep My eyes feel lean And now they're yellow I see pink Please keep me clean It's what I mean My mouth is foaming Arms are weak My face falls meek Those blood flows mellow Brain drains clean Refuse to breath My brain is crying Oh my god It's not that clear This cry for help Is in your ears Why can't you hear? My words flick stuck on glass and blood Consider this Your time goes on, and on, and on But mine ends here All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king! (but mine ends here) All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king! For God's son I'm not your son To the world To the temple The gathered that fear him Might be saved Might be saved Might be saved