The games we play
Convey a message I have to relay
If you’re reading this it’s not too late
Founded on shaky grounds
Surrounded by sickly hounds
Like a shantytown

Out here are rows of crows feasting
On meat that’s already turned brown
A smiley face or a frown
Love is king without a crown

I shall adore thee till the day
I meet my maker
Who patiently moulded me from
The basics like a passionate baker
A smiley face or a frown
Love is king without a crown