it's like galahad and qwenfer
are you even my son
can you see my son
cause my son lets in light and some rays
yours is only in the night with some knives to get a raise
didn't know that our knights razed
towns full of citizens
loving innocent civilians
just millions that you killed
it's your blood on her hands
it's her child in yours
cmon lancelot take your crown
take that gown hand in hand from the man you loved
arthur was just a boy who trusted those beautifull blue eyes
you took advantage of kindness to become beloved
she didn't want him but you did
so you took what he loved so in turn he would love you
that's what you did
so live with a sickness incarnate of your actions
aint no one will take you in no faction
no rations
starve like the rats that you share so much in common with
even they have redemption in death and the spread of a plague
that wipes out your tale
thats wipe away your tail
no trail, no sign of forgivness
just hand in hand with a make beleive queen
and a make beleive dream
for beleife for beleifs sake turns into a cheepskate
too much matching now your stories done
the setting sun spreads whispers
and the whispers talk of your son