Chorus
I'm the king of nowhere, ruler of the lost lots
Luyk Lukeshz, heavy head that always forgot
Got nowhere to run, and less to hope
Loskop of the Damned, never learned to cope
Post-Chorus
Ohh oh ah
Ohh oh ah
Verse 2
Broken mirrors and bottle caps line my throne
Quiet rebels burn, but they sleep alone
Empty laughter trading luck for rest
All my foolish dreams stitched inside my vest
Pre-Chorus
Every morning’s grey, every night I smoke
Got a pocket full of change, all my words are jokes
Not the hero you choose, local clown in a coat
But I howl to the grave, hoping someone wrote
Chorus
I'm the king of nowhere, ruler of the lost lots
Luyk Lukeshz, heavy head that always forgot
Got nowhere to run, and less to hope
Loskop of the Damned, never learned to cope
Post-Chorus
Ohh oh ah
Ohh oh ah
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