They gather 'round like moths to flame Eyes wide open Calling my name Their words They bow They scrape They plead I’m just a mirror Reflecting their need I’m the king of the crowd But it’s so bizarre They hang on my words like I’m some kind of star It makes me laugh It makes me grin How strange this worship This world I’m in I drop a phrase It’s carved in stone Their heads all nod like they’ve always known I’m no prophet Just a guy with a pen Yet here they are Listening again Is it power or is it play Am I leading or in their sway Their gratitude’s a heavy crown A throne of smiles But I can’t sit down I’m the king of the crowd But it’s so bizarre They hang on my words like I’m some kind of star It makes me laugh It makes me grin How strange this worship This world I’m in The joke’s on me Or maybe on them A court of jesters But I’m condemned The king of the crowd But it’s all a game Laughing at shadows that call my name
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