Nature abhors a vacuum
I have read
Tell me how'd you explain
Your empty head
You hurt the one you love
Because you can
As if violence was a virtue
In a man

The king of your castle
Right behind you
How I'll blind you
A fist full of feeling
Blaming it all on lack of my love

The mad, glad days of romance
Were the best
When you kept your cards pressed tight
Against your chest
But soon, soon, all too soon
She'd understand
And she'd see and feel
The back of your right hand

The king of your castle
Right behind you
How I'll blind you
A fist full of feeling
Blaming it all on lack of my love

King rad, God on a barstool
Hold your court
So self-centered, so diluted
So self-taught
Home bound sound as a pound
You board your round
Round one begins tonight
Behind closed doors

The king of your castle
Right behind you
How I'll blind you
A fist full of feeling
Blaming it all on lack of my love

The king of your castle
Right behind you
How I'll blind you
A fist full of feeling
Blaming it all on lack of my love

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Writer(s): JAKE BROCKMAN, JOHN REECE DAMON, LESLIE THOMAS PATTINSON, NOEL ANDREW BURKE, WILLIAM ALFRED SERGEANT