Philharmonics (Piano Sessions)

Guess who died,
Last night
In grey stockings,
In all might
It was no loss
The only God of mine

He fell down,
Just to drown
In a sea
Of delight
To tame champagne
And creatures of the night

As the water,
Took him over
Filled his lungs,
Inside out
I sold his gold
For flowers and rice

Speaking fire,
He would hire
Pawns and peasants
Just like me
To feed upon the conquered ones
But now we are free