Can you hearthe church bells ring?Here he comes,it's the King of KingsCan you hearthe church bells ring?Here he comes,it's the King of KingsHe's holds up arms,made of usher stringsHe's got all he wants,and lost everythingTell me how to stop I want to get off nervous when I talk about itSee I'm struggling with thoughts what I used to love losing patience and the passion used to think about my younger self before I hadThe wetback when we got donations just a kid feeling what he felt dealing with the issues that he manifestedTried his best with what he got,but he got lost in what he's notNo, he's not a singer and he doesn't talkHe just got caught in a subplot soon the shot was over turned into a loner started losing power in his own songsHe was just opposed to losing his composure looking for the closure that he never gotWhen you hearthe church bells ringHere he comes,it's the King of KingsHis holds are burnt,made of ashes and stringsHe's got all he wants and lost everythingAum.thesame as your hazel eyes alone,i would rather be at homeand i could laugh and i could try and live this life for a thousand times i know,i would rather be at home