I am limbo, waiting on a window
Stuck inside an interval
Know it's unattainable
Covered by a label's name
Labeled by geography
On a dying dark horse
Placing
I am a plagiarist
Feeble picking up a pen
Between a sonic precedent
Any age I represent
Old enough to own the storm
The noise I make, like an arrogant ingrate

I'm a noteworthy for a loyalty
To forefathers who are redeemed
Most of whom I never revered
Never needed or never even heard
Emulating individuals
Cloning the new originals
Follow us for king land ritual

I am a spokesman for a derivative
Traveling salesman
Selling old narrative
True sounds of liberty
Straining through my voice
Only heard an echo
White noise
Once an introvert
Spewing my entire worth
Regurgitating their words from it

Second coming, of second strings
Impersonating the real thing
The old guys that wrote bad songs
Are drug addicts dead and gone
Who wrote the song that sold my voice
Forcing to make my choices

And the name they chose for me
And the name chosen for me

Finally, here I am
Said to be made again
Posing weathered statues
Standing on old attributes
Getting sick of this
Feeling ridiculous
I'm an over told joke's
Punch line
I am limbo, waiting on a window
Resonating old song
Good night, so long

Scraping the brand off my forehead
At the speed of nearly dead
I never found what never made
To the sound of already betrayed

It's the name they chose for me
It's the name they chose for me

Follow us for king land ritual