obasi

you say you're the king but you lie around in the shade out of shape unafraid the moon cuts a path through the sky by night or by day it doesn't obey neither do I everything in my clutches bye-bye everything the light touches the circle of life is a lie a pretty way to say that our predators and pray the circle of buzzards the pie they keep stealing glands they don't like your chances and neither do I you took my son I hope you can run cuz I'm going to be the last thing you see before you go bye