Your Majesty

The rise and fall of sanity
From your chapel ceiling
To the floor below

A masterpiece of vanity
The paint is peeling
Its a real shit show

But I wish you well
From the cell
Where I’m serving at the pleasure of your majesty
This lonely chamber of bone
Here inside, tired eyes see you
Supine on your scaffold, scratching out the scene
Where Jesus goes it alone

Sycophants recalibrate
Your diagnosis:
Accident prone

And rubberneckers celebrate
Your graduation
To the twilight zone

But I wish you well
In the cell
Where your madness is the measure of your majesty
This lonely chamber of bone
Here inside, tired eyes see you
Supine on your scaffold, scratching out the scene
Where Jesus goes it alone

Forgetting final notice to the trinity
It was always a one-man show
A feedback loop, programmed forever to receive
No code except your own
And I wish that I could feel a bit more sympathy
Or empathy, I don’t know
But then self-preservation gets the best of me
‘Cause I know you know
At the end of the show
We’re all gonna go it alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We’re all gonna go it alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We're all gonna go it alone