born before my time
grew up way too fast
been around the world
running from the past
fell in some holes
almost got buried alive
got my hands dirty but
still I survived those who
think they know me
thoughts are lies
looking at a door
won't tell you what's
inside everything
we think we know
may turn out to be
a lie I never was afraid
to go inside too
inquisitive as a child
took many risk to
see the plot twist
I got through some
doors by sitting
by a fire making
Smores with some
Moors before
there ever was a
war I was so was
others but crowns
was cast to too
many things
the King sitting
on the throne
forgot his name
so did his Queen
suddenly white
became black
yeah, that, that's
why we keep
coming back