King of the Back-Burners - Young Widows

Always fighting for a lazier life

Surround myself with these bone walls

Surround myself as necessity evolves

From the mouth of the horse’s mother

I crown myself with the coldest jewels

I crown myself as a king of fools

From birthplace of the dead

I am the king of the back-burner

I am the

Something important will slide through the cracks

Something of important will weigh on my back

I am the king of the back burner

I am the

Something important will slide through the cracks

Something important will weigh on my back

The back-burner

The back-burner

The back-burner

The back-burner

The back-burner

The back-burner

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