On My Throne

Like a man from the the very past
I'm sitting in a dark cold cave
Thinking about absolutely nothing

It's a rainy day in the early spring
And I am chewing on a chicken wing
And my beard is growing faster

In my own little space
There are things I can face
All alone, all alone, on my throne

And my mind is clear like an open field
Cause here's no need to deal
I can do what I want to

And if somebody calls my pretty name
I pretend that I do not hear
Cause I'm not in the mood for talking

In my own little space
There are things I can face
All alone, all alone on my throne

I can sit here all alone even if I'm drenched to the bone
I can sit here all alone I can sit here on a wet stone
I can sit here all alone even if I'm drenched to the bone
I can sit here all alone I can sit here on a wet stone
All alone, all alone, all alone on my throne

In my own little space
There are things I can face
All alone, all alone on my throne

In my own little space
There are things I can face
All alone, all alone on my throne

I can sit here all alone, I can sit here all alone
I can sit here all alone, all alone on my throne