Текст песни I Love You But I’ve Chosen Me (Part III)

Now I get the chance to speak Albeit forced, albeit brief A pretty picture aren’t we just One for the victim, the victor who's also judge Our horses in balanced prose dragged our corpses in gallant robes In competition to decide: who hurts the most when we collide? Come one come all Come one come all Here comes the king His righteous majesty Fate has betold thee A king should take a knee For if he cannot bow his reign no one will allow His head he struggled to keep His head quickly rolling past his feet