The King is Dead

Gentle till we hit the ground,
Cracking bones, the only sound.
Never knowing what's ahead,
Bow your heads, the King is Dead.

Move forwards, never back,
Never keeping on the track.
All the people drenched in red,
Silence now, the King is Dead.

Moving to the slowing beat,
Tender as the freshest meat.
You can't take back what you said,
Evermore, the King is Dead.

Falling forward, hit the dirt,
We don't care how much it hurt.
Bottle up the tears you shed,
It will not change, the king is Dead.

Hear the music down the aisle,
The casket framed in an odd style.
Feel the guilt burn, the fire fed...

Because of you,
         The King is Dead...