The camera rolls over your old best friendnYou don’t need him and you don’t need themnYou’ll be dying in an instant, you’ll be dying all alonennIt don’t matter what you didnThere’s no comfort in a thronennThe drugs are just a countenance for sleeping in the daynThe things that you forget and the things you gave awaynAre reminders of an absence and a life that you’ve outgrownnnThere’s nowhere that they can’t find younThere’s no comfort in a thronennIs it just your arrogance you easily betray?nOn the doctors table we are all the samennEven when you’re king you can fall, you can fallnnIt’s a lonely proposition though it shelters you sometimesnAnd your comfort’s your condition, nthough it seems like it’s a crimenYour brand new set of monologues will have to be postponednnEven when you’re royaltynThere’s no comfort in a thronen