Kings and Centipedes

Dying to know, how did the rumors lock up your majesty.

And will the new ones set you free.

We fall to our knees, bang the timpanis.

We've searched the dusty roads, our faces lost their glow.



Rise to your feet my god you must maintain your dignity.

Rise to your feet my god what have you got to prove to me.

Rise to your feet my god you must maintain your dignity.

There's lots of middle ground between the kings and centipedes.



Did I really change the way you think about everything.

Was it the chemicals in your brain.



We all feel pain and our hearts will all be split in two.

It's pouring rain and there's nothing we can do.



We fall to our knees, bang the timpanis.

Bang the timpa, bang the timpa, bang the timpanis.