Opera Fanatica

Gather close my friends attend to my confusion
These thoughts till now have been too far for you to reach
Gather close to me my students of delusion
Listen carefully to what I have to teach.

So finally, you will walk with me
As an equal in the heart of my prophecies
No struggle now, and no falling down
No hiding from the attitudes and jealousies.

The King is dead, so worship me
No voices in my head, so worship me!

Then hand in hand, we will make that stand
I was once myself, but now I am another man.

There's a sense of urgency flawed invisibility
The negative converge feel the synchronicity
A union of consequence beyond this lost adversary.

The King is dead, so worship me
No voices in my head, so worship me!

There's nothing more to fear
A question of a few degrees
From sane to maniac
We're feathers on a dying breeze
You trust your life to float
Across the gentle ebb and flow
And on the random whims
A God that no one really knows.

The King is dead, so worship me
No voices in my head, so worship.

There's nothing more to fear
A question of a few degrees
From care to negligence
In freedom or captivity
Perhaps there is a place
Far outside these prison walls
Where I may live your life
A cleaner slate, a stronger cause.

The King is dead, so worship me
No voices in my head, so worship me!

So I exist in this fragile equilibrium
Which glues the substance of the universe to me
The stars they're falling down, drawn to me in millions
Only I can set them free set them free.

Set them free! Only I can set them free!

You try to live without me by your side
You try to live without me now but
I will always be there, just a single breath away
And I will always be there
I will share your fate again.

The King is dead, so worship me
No voices in my head, so worship me!
The King is dead, so worship me
No voices in my head, so worship me!