The Riot
by Vitor Zimmerer

The king casts
Little rocks
From his throne

I heard
The liege speak
And got stoned

Everything he touched was free
He rattled me

Usurp
Rule too long
For your cause

Leech you
Catch a ride
On your fall

Everything he touched was free
He rattled me

Another riot
You rise at last
I had an audience
And I clapped

Another riot
You're burning fast
You keep me warm
Make me real

The king casts
Little rocks
From his throne