[Verse I: GhostOfAnEgo]
Kings with no crowns are the only kings left around
Let them astound in their own ways, in their own days
Someday, one day, it'll be my day
I'm just paving my way
I'm just saying in my way that each'll teach on their day
In turn I'm learning for my day
The pupil always becomes the master
But people always want to get their faster
And always after they become the master
The no longer ask they know the answer
Kings rise and fall
Kings' eyes see it all
And the rest can't see at all
I just want to see it all
Even though I foresee the fall
The climb is worth the jump when the time is done
It's one hell of a run to collapse at last
At number one
But if peasant's pleasant dreams are to be king
It seems kings don't dream at all

[Chorus: 30 Seconds to Mars]
We were the kings and queens of promise
We were the victims of ourselves
Maybe the children of a lesser God
Between heaven and hell
Heaven and hell
[Verse II: GhostOfAnEgo]
My only fear's to be forgotten
My only fear's to be rotten
To be locked inside myself
I'm beside myself
I deny myself
Any error for the terror I'll bear
Of not being an heir
Of not being amidst the greats
Admit my fate to take place in the great showcase
Show up fate even if I show up late
Past my show up date
I showed up
Why shouldn't I blow up?
Yup
No answer's cancer
No, I can't sir give up
I'll live up till I miss the cut cause
I'm cut for this
Cause I can't miss it
Cause you can't dismiss it
Cause you can't dismiss me
I'm dead set on success
Delusions of grandeur
Damn her
She instilled the never stay still
The stay filled me how refuses to back down
Or stay in the background
An apparent air of arrogance
A flagrant flair
Fate there staring, wearing my crown
Bearing, glaring down
History remembers the victors
Not the whimpers
[Chorus]

[Verse III: GhostOfAnEgo]
When I'm upset I step up
I get up
I'll never let up
Till I get a leg up
I'll stay up till they pay up
Till they play up my jamz
That fans demand
That's what's up
That's why I get up
That's why I'm fed up of mediocrity
The hypocrisy to hail fails
Current status turn it at us
How, now, will we raise the world?
We'll ask for music masters
Fusion crafters
To shape a generation's fate?
Am I too late?

[Chorus]