Your soul is as cold as ice,
Not thinking twice,
About the demons lurking about in your bones,
You just sit there on your jewel studded throne,
How dare you?
You treat people like peasants and you know that is true.
But why should we sit here, praising you?
When instead, we can reign against you and make you cry tears of blue.
We will stand.
One by one, a helping hand.