The prince who would be king
Became the pauper reaching for the big brass ring
And all his loyal subjects tried to steal his soul
And all the gold for the puppet on a string

The man who had the plan got lost along the way
Cuz he didn't understand
He'd been there many times before
He had the key the directory but he couldn't open the door

Where do you go
Don't try to deny your soul
Foolishly we'll wash it away
Like those who came before lost in some forgotten war
The sins of our fathers will fade

Each day i face the judge and jury
Lost my conviction looking for the truth in the story
A victim of the voices never find a word that's so absurd
Robbed of all of my choices

There's no shame in religion in duty or decision
Where do you begin
Honor and glory are such a sordid story
Some things are better left unsaid

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