They say that all a man desires
Is to be the lord of his domain
He'll relax get his peeled grapes
But only until he's calmed the fires
I guess I'm not like all the others
Brought up a prince, I live in luxury
No thoughts are of the work at hand
I'm satisfied with hollow lies, shallow lovers
I'm the king of mediocrity
I'll leave my realm for sanity
Excuses and explanation are all I give
Despite that there's a rhyme and reason
You can find it hidden in my inactions
I've learned it takes nothing to live
I'm the king of mediocrity
I'll leave my realm for sanity
I'm packing my bags
Leaving behind all the half-finished houses
The washed up hags
I can't tell you if I'll ever miss it
But I can tell you
That I hope nostalgia's just a local bitch
I've packed my belongings
I'm not even bothering to say my goodbye's
These current companions
Were never worth my time, why give them more?
All I can tell you
Is that laziness is just the local whore