كلمات King Anti-Midas

It seems to fall on darkened days Like trials of the sinner A thousand and one hundred ways Just a question of when All that I put to rest My deepest desires Like dreams now put to rest All brought to an end Time and again it burns in my head Frustration, the demons of ego Losing my grip, the ultimate slip Dragging me deep down below Look at me, King Anti-Midas High upon my throne Always reaching, not succeeding Failing to capture the gold Setting out to rule them all Falling short of glory A king with no distinct resolve Only seemingly strong Once had such golden dreams Fueling my desire Like the Silver of the stars Soon faded by doom