I have stood here before inside the pouring rain with the world turning circles running around my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign, but it’s my destiny to be the king of pain

There’s a fossil that’s trapped in a high cliff wall—that’s my soul up there
There’s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall—that’s my soul up there
There’s a blue whale beached by a springtide’s ebb—that’s my soul up there
There’s a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web—that’s my soul up there

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain with the world turning circles running around my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign, but it’s my destiny to be the king of pain

There’s a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There’s a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There’s a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There’s a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

There’s a red fox torn by a huntmen’s pack
There’s a black winged gull with a broken back
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain with the world turning circles running around my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign, but it’s my destiny to be the king of pain