I'm sick of being the good guy
So in darkness I will roam
These tempting demons are the way to tell you
How I'd sit upon a throne
Responsibilities, I'm f*cking sick of these
Why's it so hard to be left alone
Leave me to be on my own
This light it still pursues me
Enticing that it is not
In darkness I would be free
Free from everything I'm not
I'm sick of being a good man
Turn me into dark of night
Watch from shadows, honour means nothing
From the mists I will strike
Calous and calculated
A king will be made of me
Thieves will bow, murderers broken
Or heads left on a pike
This is not forgone warning
This is my f*cking right