Joseph Stalin, king of my heart
Hottest man in here
Iluminati
Where do I start
I’ll start here
Where the grass is always greener
And the sky is all but blue
The earth beneath your feet
Still reminds the world of you
If there was something clear
Something to take nearer to me
I haven’t found it yet
I haven’t seen it yet
And then you came
It’s all the same
It’s all the same to you
And then you reigned
It’s not the same
But it’s all the same to you
The ghost of what we had
Is all the same
Is all the same to you
A classic tale of broken parts
To the one with the jar of hearts
This is where it starts
Where the jars don’t break for foolish names
And the world won’t stop for cruel games
That Eve could not love her oldest son
Is just that much more insane
So then there was nothing that deep
No more than secrets that we keep
And the people that lied
So they could say that we died
We only parted ways
And then you came
It’s all the same
It’s all the same to you
And then you reigned
It’s not the same
But it’s all the same to you
The ghost of what we had
Is all the same
Is all the same to you
A classic tale of broken parts
To the one with the jar of hearts
This is where it starts.
It starts again
At the end
My friend.
When you said goodbye
And apologized
My sisters said to avoid that lie
The one with a thousand ties
To them, not me
When I took your thigh
And watched you cry
My brothers said I was in love
With the one with a thousand ties
To no one, but me
A classic tale of broken parts
To the one with the jar of hearts
This is where it starts.
It starts again
At the end
My friend.
(To Michael Sharpe, don’t off it Armie with your Hammer)
