Be a King

I live inside a freedom
That gives me peace
False friends and melodies
Parties and drugs of my world

How can I survive
Living out of the way
Extasy of pleasure feeding
All of my pains and it hurts

True friends please give me a dream
Only your song can make me clean

Alcohol, medicines
Drugs and cocaine
How can I survive
If it slowly destroys me and controls

Running from my image
I have found myself
Save me from this life
I can’t stand this pain anymore

True friends please give me a dream
Only your song can make me clean

I left away my tears
I don’t use anymore
God have cleaned my body
All my blood, my skin
And my soul

True friends please give me a dream
Only your song can make me clean
Take my hand and feel within
Only your song can make me be a King