“We all have debts we leave unpaid,
It’s the weight of the swamp you feel that’s pressing on your back
And the house you build is yours to break,
What good is cake if you can’t eat it anyway
When The Yellow King he comes around,
Like whisper hanging in this town
And nothing here is quite like what it seems
Oh, The Yellow King
If a man is bad, then I’m a man
When the knocking of the door is more of me I’ll hold it shut
Can’t hide the hunger and the haunt,
A room kept locked till the day that you get what you want”
IllBjjB