Emperor Bespoke - Gazpacho

Now lighten up, dear

Brittle old man — here!

You’ll die of pleasure

You’ll do whatever you can

For the glory of the throne

Drink up this poison

Little old man — here!

It’s gone too far, dear

You’ve seen them all rise and fall

And the mercury talks

Go on see the wreckage

Go on see the show

You can count her ribs now

Miss Hemlock’s pale as snow

They’re jumping out of windows

And drilling through the ground

Don’t come around next Sunday

'Cause she’s not going to choose you

She’s going to use you

And cheaters get caught

Swig of that poison

Hear the ticking

You’re slowing down, dear

You thought you were going to win them all

But you never made it home

You were living in a war of no sides until

She walked out the door one day without a sign unti

I find you’re changing as you try and try and try and try

Tip your hat until you’re taking off your head and die

Choose you until I lose you

No one gets hurt

Choose you, choose you

Want to choose you

Emperor’s bespoke

I saw you fall into shadow

Starving on calorie shakes

Hungry for maximum nothing

Lost in the translation as you’re

Scrolling down a mountain made of words

Dried up adolescence

Where everyone decides to be ashamed

Servant up until this day

Crossed the line and favoured other lies

Mountain of words

Dull your mind with their infinite worlds

Meet the emperor, see what you learn

I want you to be free

Sail the seas

Clouds of wunderbar

Feed the disease

Love is masterful

Leaves you in peace

Emperor’s bespoke emporium

Drink up your poison