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Once was a magical place,
over time it was lost,
price increased the cost.
Now the fortune of the kingdom,
is locked up in its dungeon vaults.
The castle covered in traps,
With coiled wires set back,
Decoyed by old cheese,
Now the drawbridge, has been lifted,
as the millions they drop to their knees.
They pay homage to a king, who's dreams are buried in their minds,
His tears are frozen stiff, icicles drip from his eyes.
The cold blows as it snow, on those about to get in, on heads that are small.
Disillusioned, as they enter, they're unaware of whats behind castle walls.
But now its written in stone, the king has been overthrown, by jesterly fools.
Now the power, of the people, shall come to believe they do rule.
They pay homage to a king, who's dreams are buried in their minds,
His tears are frozen stiff, icicles drip from his eyes.
Welcome to the Tragic Kingdom,
Cornfields of popcorn have yet to spring open.
Have they lost their heads, or are they just all blind mice?
We've heard all the stories one too many times...
Hypnotized by fireflies that glow in the dark,
And midgets that disguise themselves as tiny little Dwarves,
The parade that marches around, serves no real purpose,
Just takes up a lot of wealth, just to impress us.
They pay homage to a king, who's dreams are buried in their minds,
His tears are frozen stiff, icicles drip from his eyes.
Welcome to the Tragic Kingdom...
 AForlornedHope · Wed Feb 07, 2007 @ 07:30pm · 0 Comments |
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