I've exhausted all of my options
From escaping this world I’ve razed
For I have enslaved
I must atone
To begin is thus
Break this hold

Climb I must
To exalt this dream
Like rising dust
I have tainted air

We are homing souls
This time our King will fall

On waist I sit in retrospect
I can hear approach
Now elevate

On shoulders I gaze on face
It is mine
Though age has graced

Falling down I see this
Crown release oppression
Falling down, approaching
Is this palm, this irony

Crown release oppression
Is this palm, this irony

I'm coming home
To be reborn