The King

I am aimlessly in falling towns
Looking to trade some time for some way to get around
Hold fast to my paper crown
As the howl of the wind, it blows it all to hell

I am the king of the ancient town
I am the reign of the young
But I have been told, I'm the only one
But I am
No, I am not, but I am
No, I am not, well, I am
No, I am not, but I am, I am, I am

I am the fault of the cleric's pen
I am the joke without, within
I am the call for righteous living
I am the spawn of a drunken vision
I am the hope that drives the dread out of the slums for miles ahead
I am the ad that sold the mould
I am the billboard for the soul

Oh, but I am the king of the ancient town
I am the reign of the young
But I have been told I'm the only one
But I am
No, I am not, but I am
No, I am not, well, I am
No, I am not, but I am, I am, I am
I am

I was produced by old machines
Rusted and worn by centuries
I was entoiled by sullied laws
And now I am caught between its jaws
I am the scar of my descent
Destined to be the same again
I am the circle viciously
Complete and closed like history

Oh, I am the king of the ancient town
I am the reign of the young
But I have been told I'm the only one
But I am
No, I am not, but I am
No, I am not, well, I am
No, I am not, but I am, I am, I am
I am, I am