No exemption from this ascension
Bursting out laughing
Just to release the tension
Not to mention
That my henchmen
Prevent me from my big win
Cause they're all broken tin-men
Sinning their unforgivable sins
Because the blacksmith
Forgot to give them all hearts
Why must I suffer for the death of a lost art
Please, let go of my coattails
So I can float to the top
You're weighing me down
And it has to stop
Victory isn't gained from
Carrying dead weight
You're a transparent mass of misplaced hate
Don't despair in my success
Go get your own
It's time to take you're own quest
It's time to build you're own thrown
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