Democracy And Kings Lyrics

you got found
with sand on your breath
laced with dust, shake your shawl,
wash your hands.

you could use a drink

we got drawn by the spires up high
crushed by nothing
that was never found

you could use a king
right?

you got tired of democracies
and votes and treaties
you got tested by the overchoice
of a million thoughts

you could use a king.