The Imperial

My empire of dust shadow and dirt
My country of pride sadness and lie
Still it’s mine, mine to decide
My land of insecurity anger and pity
My sea of dreams silence and moonbeams
Still I own it, mine to be mine

Didn’t you know I could handle it?
The curling flag is in my hand

There are forks on the ground
There are thorns on the walls
Let them scratch me, let me learn
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
What makes you stronger makes you conquer
By conquering you rule and by ruling you control

Aware, aware of possibilities
Universes, loves and powers
Beware, beware of enemies
Brats, cynics and cowards

I will mess you up
I will bring you down
I will hurt you well
I will wear the crown
I won’t die now
I won’t shed a tear
I won’t pay the price
I won’t have fear

Disappointed by not being disappointed?
The curling flag is in my hand

I’ve conquered myself
I have my empire
Now, you defend yours
You burn in your fire