Pharaoh
Inferno ages, these dunes of sand held an oasis for uncertain man. New words to come by, his house and his name are seen in singular sight. They’re not the same.
They’re not the same thing.
Covered in gold but how safe is that soul if it’s royally flushed into a vacant black hole? Your God is too high, burning up the sky and you know your time is running low and soon too you’ll have to go.
Pharaoh walking in a world that’s on fire, the ground burns holes into his holy reign.
Pharaoh walking in a world that’s on fire, the blazing sun will hiss unholy blame.
Pharaoh walking in a world that’s on fire, don’t pray for him, pray for the rain.
What kind of leader charges on full desire? That kind of bleeding body knows no shame.
Covered in gold but how safe is that soul when it’s royally flushed into a vacant black hole? The night is alight and your kingdom crumbles. Your eyes are looking tired and now your lies have grown old.
Pharaoh.
