| It seems to fall on darkened ways | |
| Like trials of the sinner | |
| A thousand and one hundred ways | |
| Just a question of when | |
| All that I put to rest | |
| My deepest desires | |
| Like dreams now put to rest | |
| All brought to an end | |
| Time and again it burns my head | |
| Frustration, the demon of ego | |
| Losing my grip, the ultimate slip | |
| Dragging me deep down below | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Look at me, King Anti-Midas | |
| High Upon My throne | |
| Alway reaching, not suceeding | |
| Falling to capture the gold | |
| Setting out to rule them all | |
| Falling short of glory | |
| A king with no distinct resolve | |
| Only seemingly strong | |
| Once had such golden dreams | |
| Fueling my desire | |
| Like the Silver of the stars | |
| Soon faded by dawn | |
| (repeat) |