Thunder King from Post-Optimist by Kimpes

I'm coming back to town with my thunder crown
I'm gonna rule this world again

With an iron fist, I will control the mist
Mother Earth can go to hell

You say you're a fool, cause you don't know what I'll do
But a fool is known to run

With your feet on the ground, you're insanity bound
Nothing can stop the sun


But in the midst of tragedy, I cursed them all
Now they’ll haunt me all throughout my life


I’m coming back to kill, ego overfill
Feel my sanity drain away

The mist so thick, the burning makes me sick
But my bile is here to stay

Critters beware, there’s fire everywhere
This whole world is set to burn

My crown of rust, my throne of dust
At last, I can be the sun


But up and down and all around, I couldn’t see a thing
The world I owned is now just a big pile of flame and rock

And while I might regret creating such a hostile land
The sterile fields before me
The temperatures soaring
The tragedy of pouring too much fuel through my pipes

The tragedy of soaring into the burning sun

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