Hail to the king, hail to the one Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun Hail to the king (hail, hail, hail, the king) Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid Children roam the streets now orphans of war

I have written you down Now you will live forever And you will live forever In eyes not yet created On tongues that are not born Now you'll live through the ages, I can feel your pulse in the pages. And all the world will read you Obsession it takes

We are the sleepers, we bite our tongues We set the fire and we let it burn Through the dreamers, we hear the hum They say come on, come on, let's go I know that it's a waste of time Chasing in the dark But keep me in your clouded mind 'Til time ignites

I've got the moves like Jagger Take me by the tongue and I'll know you Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you all the moves like Jagger I don't need to try to control you Look into my eyes and I'll own you with them moves like Jagger But if I share

Desperation There's danger in frustration Complicated words slippin' off of your tongue and ain't one of them the truth I'm still desperate for you Throw a dog a bone, I'll take it if I have to Go real fast like there's somewhere we can get to What's the

It's a beautiful war Worth fighting for Left them something The tip of your tongue The top of your lungs Don't mean nothing Don't need nothing Bite your tongue

So give it all, I give it all, We give it all, This is the reason why I sing, It's these reasons that belong to me Break through the undertow, Your hands I can't seem to find, Pollution burns my tongue, Cough the words I can't speak so I stall myself

Oh baby, baby I (baby I) All I'm tryna say is you're my everything baby The words don't ever come out right I get all tongue tied (and twisted) I can't explain what I'm feeling And I say baby, baby Baby (baby I) Oh baby, oh baby, my baby (baby I)

The way some science fiction does Religious iconography giving you the creeps? I feel rougher than a disco lizard tongue along your cheek The rise of the machines I must admit you gave me something momentarily In which I could believe But the hand of

She makes the sound the sea makes, knee-deep in the North Sea And pulse to pulse, now shush She makes the sound, the sound the sea makes to calm me down Now dissolve me, two tabs on your tongue A herd of shepherds to herd the sheep, sleep now my only one