Holly Hanz's blog: "Fabricated Hero"

Murdering King Atop your throne Shake me down And make me your own Murdering King Blade at your side Lay down your laws And make me abide

When I start to slip His strength is such a waste To possess a broken moment Love has such a fickle taste When I start to see The ghost of him is all that’s there The failure on his shoulders And the hell I now have to bear