You can hear the footsteps of the devil in your brain
But you just can't put asunder the evil of your name
Can nothing be said to stop the quaking in your knees
For the images of princes are not what your eyes have seen
Once in the darkness & the light never looks the same
The colors trapped in time have all become just shades of gray
A clown without makeup is a sad man to behold
A sin within the logic is a story never told
Running with the laughter & screaming from the pain
Now's your morning after
A lapse of time - and nothing's the same
Nothing can prepare you - for what you're about to find
The picture perfect world was just a picture in your mind
Can nothing be said to stop the quaking in your knees
For the images of princes are not what your eyes have seen
Running with the laughter & screaming from the pain
Now's your morning after
A lapse of time - and nothing's the same
Images of princes... never to be king
Images of princes... never what they seem
Running with the laughter & screaming from the pain
Now's your morning after
A lapse of time - and nothing's the same
Images of princes... never to be king
Images of princes... never what they seem, no
Images of princes... never to be king
Images of princes... never what they seem, no
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