You´ll come to your senses or inhale and choke
My IQ allows me to brush you aside
You´re zeros and ones, you´re wrong where I´m right Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free
I am going ahead with the reinvention of me
Now the king lies here dead,
now the king lies here dead
It´s not as wet as the rain or
as cold as the snow
It drives him in hard to the sane
and the simple soul
I take a charge at my chance
you know how it is
Let go of my hand
You know how it is And my IQ allows me to brush you aside