GhostOfAnEgo, Thirty Seconds To Mars - King of Hearts lyrics

Kings with no crowns are the
Only kings left around
Let them astound in their own ways
In their own days
Someday, one day, it'll be my day
I'm just paving my way
I'm just saying in my way that
Each'll teach on their day
In turn I'm learning for my day
The pupil always becomes the master
But people always want to get their faster
And always after they become the master
The no longer ask they know the answer
Kings rise and fall kings' eyes see it all
And the rest can't see at all
I just want to see it all
Even though I foresee the fall
The climb is worth the jump
When the time is done
It's one hell of a run to collapse at last
At number one
But if peasant's pleasant dreams
Are to be king
It seems kings don't dream at all

We were the kings and queens of promise
We were the victims of ourselves
Maybe the children of a lesser God
Between heaven and hell heaven and hell

My only fear's to be forgotten
My only fear's to be rotten
To be locked inside myself i'm beside myself
I deny myself
Any error for the terror I'll bear
Of not being an heir
Of not being amidst the greats
Admit my fate to take place
In the great showcase
Show up fate even if I show up late
Past my show up date i showed up
Why shouldn't I blow up? Yup
No answer's cancer no, I can't sir give up
I'll live up till I miss the cut cause
I'm cut for this cause I can't miss it
Cause you can't dismiss it
Cause you can't dismiss me
I'm dead set on success
Delusions of grandeur damn her
She instilled the never stay still
The stay filled me how refuses to back down
Or stay in the background
An apparent air of arrogance
A flagrant flair
Fate there staring, wearing my crown
Bearing, glaring down
History remembers the victors
Not the whimpers


When I'm upset I step up i get up
I'll never let up till I get a leg up
I'll stay up till they pay up
Till they play up my jamz that fans demand
That's what's up that's why I get up
That's why I'm fed up of mediocrity
The hypocrisy to hail fails
Current status turn it at us
How, now, will we raise the world?
We'll ask for music masters fusion crafters
To shape a generation's fate? Am I too late?