I drive in my jail cell, church in my van
Gonna make for a break as fast as I can
Crossing over the desert armed with my creation
Log into the spirit to find my salvation
Maybe, maybe, it's good to be king
On a mission from God with a gut full of hate
Flee the Post-Traumatic agents, they've scrambled my fate
I can hear the Temple calling, my crusade is clear
Acolytes on the livestream downloading my fear
Maybe, maybe, it's good to be king
In the City of Vices, the bullets, they fly
Blinking text of the danger alight in the sky
I'm abandoned and wanted, you've forsaken my signs
So I drive in my jail cell till deliverance is mine
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe...