Back on the throne

Once again I was left on the ground
Removed my crown
And tainted this floor
With my own blood
But what is the use to cry
Finding the questions of the "why?"
Thinking the answers
Would bring me back alive


Hey,
No point in being dead
No bullet shot in my head
Though my heart was in pieces
Scattered on the floor
I'll pick up what was left
And shove down on everyone's throat.


Once again I was left alone,
Slowly I pick myself from the floor
Now there's always a lesson to be learned
Why should I die for something that isn't worth
I put back my crown again
I lift up again my head
I'll take the remains left of me
And put myself on top of the pyramid.


Hey,
No point in being dead
No bullet shot in my head
Though my heart was in pieces
Scattered on the floor
I'll pick up what was left
And shove down on everyone's throat.


Bring it back,
Bring it back,
Bring it back the pain,
Let me hurt and rejoize
Of the stupidity of the man.
Bring it back,
Bring it back,
Bring it back the memories,
Let them ignite my soul
And show me that


Hey,
No point in being dead
No bullet shot in my head
Though my heart was in pieces
Scattered on the floor
I'll pick up what was left
And shove down on everyone's throat.


Bring it back,
Bring it back,
Bring it back the pain,
Let me hurt and rejoize
Of the stupidity of the man.
Bring it back,
Bring it back,
Bring it back the memories,
Let them ignite my soul
And show me that


No point in being dead
No bullet shot in my head.