His shadow…is so wicked
His shadow is so twisted
His shadow is so conflicted, in words too explicit..
He ‘s crazy, derange, and off centered..
A wondering man with lost spirits…
And his shadow wears twinge, and steals anyone who fears it…
But the shadow is tailing a good king…
His shadow keeps his head on a swivel..
Because there’s always women that try with hatred inside, to send the good king bye bye..
What can cause them their demise?
Maybe it’s “her”..so passive, hearts so loving and massive
But her shadow is just as attractive…what does good king do?
Good king gets rid of the gun, covered in clues
It’s the gun he use…
…to kill the player inside
But the bullet of lies miss his shadow, with hate in his eyes..
His shadows survives, while the good king dies..
Because the good king found love, love his shadow can’t deny..
All his blessings, he took them as lessons…
made them into questions, then relate them to the present..
and with this new found presence, he flew with the angles
hand and hand with “her” by his side..
as his shadow stay..
witnessing the collapse of a king..