King of the unknown
One day in the past a rags-to-riches was born
by selling air he deserved the liars crown
he filled his spare time by stirring his fellow citizens
obliged them to fight his own fears in trenches
Their vainly creeds can't convince the thought-murderer
even worse, he incursed their thoughts dressed as mental-doctor
catches the tremors of their frightened voices
melts them together with people's sentimental fiefdoms
By taking everything they've ever had he antagonised them all
but then the abused ones destroyed his illysionary world by pulling down his fake wonderwall
overwhelmed by misuse and maltreatments
he, King of the unknown, was fined by a
batch of bullets