All he sees are death masked stars 
The lion's world is cold and sharp 
All he wants is much too far 
So he stalks the roads of token cars 
He snarls at winds that mean no harm 
And takes the thorns in perfect form 
A broken ideal rides inside the torture 
lion's denim hide 
I want the lion's share 
Gather up the broken chairs 
Feed my mind unholy tests 
Do me in I need to rest 
He sleeps when nothing's in the air 
Eats the scraps of some that care 
He strains the right to overbear 
Secrets hidden in the liar 
Pauses long enough to dream 
Nightmares push the glowing scream 
His shadowed eyes show the toll 
Something only lions know