The Rat King
Sue Jackson Esparza
Your head is heavy
Enough to match me
Your eyes are weakened
Your mind is hurting
I want your heart with
It's purple bloodstains
Inside your head?
Don't go
We have a chance now
Of some importance
If I'm THE RAT KING
Then you're no princess
I want your headdress
I want your nightstand
I stuck your matches
Don't go
And in the year when
You're free again
We'd love to have you
Let's go