He proclaims to ravage your sanctity with the act of a knighted defender
Find another way to twist the tales, for he’s the tactless paladin, oh-so clever
And he’s far too proud to suck the hollow fibs right off of his glowing teeth
But when it goes around, it comes around, so just strike a match for his greed
Because he’s most obviously the higher man in such a simpleminded charade
Crashes his temples against the ground three times so you would hear his pity parade
He’s better off, he’s better now, he’s still stuck grovelling in his plagiarised sanctimony
All hail to the king and his fucking sharp things, his blood’s thicker with every abusive elegy.