The King Is Dead Lyrics - Charon

Thin december air is like the dry ice smoke 

You'll come to your senses or inhale and choke 

My IQ allows me to brush you aside 

You're zeros and ones, you're wrong where I'm right 

chorus: 

Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free 

I am going ahead with the reinvention of me 

Now the king lies here dead, 

now the king lies here dead 

It's not as wet as the rain or 

as cold as the snow 

It drives him in hard to the sane 

and the simple soul 

I take a charge at my chance 

you know how it is 

Let go of my hand 

You know how it is 

[chorus] 

And my IQ allows me to brush you aside 

[chorus]