Emperor Bespoke

Now lighten up, dear Brittle old man - here! You'll die of pleasure You'll do whatever you can For the glory of the throne Drink up this poison Little old man - here! It's gone too far, dear You've seen them all rise and fall And the mercury talks Go on see the wreckage Go on see the show You can count her ribs now Miss Hemlock's pale as snow They're jumping out of windows And drilling through the ground Don't come around next Sunday 'Cause she's not going to choose you She's going to use you And cheaters get caught Swig of that poison Hear the ticking You're slowing down, dear You thought you were going to win them all But you never made it home You were living in a war of no sides until She walked out the door one day without a sign unti I find you're changing as you try and try and try and try Tip your hat until you're taking off your head and die Choose you until I lose you No one gets hurt Choose you, choose you Want to choose you Emperor's bespoke I saw you fall into shadow Starving on calorie shakes Hungry for maximum nothing Lost in the translation as you're Scrolling down a mountain made of words Dried up adolescence Where everyone decides to be ashamed Servant up until this day Crossed the line and favoured other lies Mountain of words Dull your mind with their infinite worlds Meet the emperor, see what you learn I want you to be free Sail the seas Clouds of wunderbar Feed the disease Love is masterful Leaves you in peace Emperor's bespoke emporium Drink up your poison