text: I used to rule the world
  Seas would rise when I gave the word
  Now in the morning I sleep alone
  Sweep the streets I used to own
  I used to roll the dice
  Feel the fear in my enemys eyes
  Listen as the crowd would sing
  Now the old King is dead, long live the King
  One minute I held the key
  Next the walls were closed on me
  And I discovered that my castles stand
  Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
  I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
  Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
  Be my mirror, my sword and shield
  My missionaries in a foreign field
  For some reason I cant explain
  Once youd gone there was never
  Never an honest word
  And that was when I ruled the world
  Love is not kisses, hugs, sharing
  Presents on your birthday, pictures of making love
  It’s dedication, trust and patience and compromise
  Now do or die, ultimatums for you and I
  I feel the vibe between us fading and I hate it
  I cut myself constantly I hate myself for creating
  Pain within your heart and I’m thinking
  This pistols tempting to scream it out
  To my demons get even within yourself
  She’s crying she needs your help
  And you’re selfish think ‘bout yourself
  All these problems created
  Extended from hate with self
  And I hope that you wouldn’t leave
  But the patience that you would need
  Is the patience of several gods
  Hanging on to my selfish please
  And I’m sorry, you deserve better
  I wanted more for you, you hanging on
  You being strong and I want more for you
  As long as you won’t, leave me in the end
  We both can still pretend
  That this life we live in is worth it I promise
  It was the wicked and wild wind
  Blew down the doors to let me in
  Shattered windows and the sound of drums
  People couldnt believe what Id become
  Revolutionaries wait
  For my head on a silver plate
  Just a puppet on a lonely string
  Oh, who would ever want to be king?
  I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
  Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
  Be my mirror, my sword and shield
  My missionaries in a foreign field
  For some reason I cant explain
  I know Saint Peter wont call my name
  Never an honest word
  But that was when I ruled the world
  Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh
  Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh
  Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh
  Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh
   I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
   Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
   Be my mirror, my sword and shield
   My missionaries in a foreign field
   For some reason I cant explain
   I know Saint Peter wont call my name
  Never an honest word
  But that was when I ruled the world
  Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
  Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
  Mmm, mmm...