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!