Stolen from the kingdom
Heavy gold and one drum
So your father keeps a loaded gun
And your mother speaks with a golden tongue
A swollen and numb conundrum
Everyone's someone's sun
Your garden keeper's a cheerful drunk
Your fortune sleeps in a sunken trunk
HomeI think 
I think best at home
Somewhere else on a shelf sits new ideas not yet my own
Somewhere else perfect health with no bad memories just good bones
HomeI even get lost at home
Somewhere else someone helps everyone else except their own self
Somewhere else something melts making new sceneries
Gonna seem like home's hell