The King Lyrics

A long outcast creature
Found himself void of worth
Where the hunger for love
His rebellion is deeply frustrated
Measure of measure
By intense pain, sorrow and misery
Vitalised by the breath of self love
Live is conscious of one

In the spirit of love
We become the masters
And if we are generous
We grow into kings
We nurture fantasy and ego
They are — one and the same
Philia, Eros, Ludus, Agape, Pragma, Philauttia
Is pleasure and pain

I sought my death and found it in my womb
I looked for love
And found it was a shade
I trod the earth
And knew it was my tomb
And now I live
And now my life is done

Indestructible, it has power to destroy
Therefore it alone
Is true freedom and existence
O, desire, listen!
Are you ever free of desideratum?
The scorn of all your reforms
Or the inversion of all your values
This constant curse and blasphemy
Are not our bodies all smeared it's blood?
Oh, silent watcher
Thou sleepless eye of the universe
Watch over me