Based on the composition 7 by Deadmau5
Inspired by the seven deadly sins
For those who want to match words to music
1 - 0:00
2 - 3:18
3 - 4:30
4 - 6:13
5 - 9: 25
6 - 13:40
7 - 15:2
1
Here I lie
Outside, the breezes softly blow
Once upon a time, I ruled the world
Only now, my kingdom cries
And here I lie
Outside, the streams flow
Once upon a time, I greeted the sun
Only now, I am welcomed by the dark
But here I lie
Outside, the flowers grow
Once upon a time, I held riches
Only now, I am possessed. My life is no
longer my own
So here I lie
I haven’t the strength. I haven’t the
skill. And so I’ve lost my will
2
Ask, and it shall be given you,
But I want so much more.
Coins of gold, they fill my hands.
Diamonds line my walls.
Even so, my cup is not yet
Filled.
God only knows
How much I’ve earned.
It sits right outside my grasp.
Just a little more.
Kingdoms conquered. And a princess
possessed.
Lovely, entitled, desired.
Mine.
No longer a spirit free to worship the
Creator, but
Owned by the man made to rule all
creation.
Prisoners of misfortune should obey their
masters, so should
Queens obey their Kings, yet she
Refuses and rejects.
So kind am I to let her live and stay
within my walls.
Truly, if her gratitude has been hidden
with her virtue, then both must be found.
Until I make her mine, I’ll have no peace.
Victory lies in her highness, should she
lie with her victor.
What is mine will not be kept from me.
Extreme measures are not desired,
Yet the end will justify the means. The
Zenith shines bright over me, and I take
it as God’s blessing.
3
It is here that I am safe from a war.
I did what I was told and stayed alive.
I’d be foolish if I expected more.
A drink! A toast! To saving my own hide.
I did my job. Took the money and ran.
I should count myself lucky to be here.
But I will never see my girl again.
All my former subjects will live in fear.
How could I call myself a King if I
Gave up my crown and let myself be
bought?
I’ll live a coward’s life before I die.
It might be better if I just forgot.
I try, but no bottle could e’er replace
The light my daughter gave me in her
smile.
That man will surely bring tears to her
face
And I will drink my sorrows all the
while.
My daughter, crown, and freedom won’t
come back.
Let liquid fill my mind ‘til it’s gone
black.
4
Coveting.
This craving.
Could this be
My desires taking over?
The demons are still screaming.
I know I haven’t the right.
I am a servant, not a hero.
The demons in my mind are playing tricks.
Telling me I am in love with the princess
Swearing I must be the one to take her
back.
But I’ve always known her love could
never be mine.
I am too weak to save her, yet
The constant screaming only grows more
powerful.
They think I can defeat him.
They are consuming my body.
I can’t regain control.
Soon they will
Devour my
Heart.
5
Twelve
The princess knows her
place.
The prince begins the
ball.
The guests smile
through their masks.
The servant waits.
Eleven
The princess enters
elegantly.
The prince accompanies
her.
The guests cheer for
their rulers.
The servant lets the
demons win.
Ten
The princess is asked
to dance.
The prince gives her
away.
The guests admire the
mystery suitor.
The servant begins the
waltz.
Nine
The princess feels like
flying.
The prince grows
suspicious.
The guests applaud the
dancers.
The servant plans to
steal his girl away.
Eight
The princess leaves her
partner.
The prince motions to
his guards.
The guests are unaware.
The servant is taken
away.
Seven
The princess does not
know.
The prince takes his
turn.
The guests sway with
the music.
The servant’s dagger is
found.
Six
The princess does not want
to dance.
The prince requests a
song.
The guests listen
cheerfully.
The servant’s plan is
failing.
Five
The princess feels
disgust.
The prince holds her
too close.
The guests twirl in
time.
The servant won’t last
long.
Four
The princess retreats
upstairs.
The prince follows
behind.
The guests continue
with the ball.
The servant’s demons
are crying.
Three
The princess tries to
hide.
The prince has found
his victim.
The guests drink
merrily.
The servant knows he
has lost.
Two
The princess tries to scream.
The prince is too
powerful.
The guests hear only
music.
The servant cries for
his beloved.
One
The princess can’t get
up.
The prince’s grip
tightens.
The guests are dancing
happily.
The servant was not the
hero.
Black is not a color.
Black is the view when
my eyes are closed.
Black is the sky that
envelops me.
Black are his eyes, the
only thing I can see.
White is not a color.
White is my dress on
the sheets.
White are the stars. So
bright, so distant, so numerous.
White is the snow that
drifts and falls on my face and my hands.
White is my skin. It is
cold. It is new.
Red is a color.
Red are the rose petals
that once felt like snow.
Red are the stars as
they burn further away.
Red is the sky, with
both hate and desire.
Red is the stain on the
dress and the sheets.
Red is my skin where it
has been touched.
7
How to walk like
royalty
Head up
You’ve won your battle
You’ve claimed what’s
owed to you
This feeling of power
is natural
You are victorious
Look straight
They needn’t see your
eyes
You mustn’t show the
cracks in the armor
The horror of last
night is your own load
You are strong
Relax your shoulders
This is where you’re
meant to be
They won’t know that
you ran
You did what you had to
and this is your new life
You are courageous
Stand erect
You accept defeat with
grace
Your death should have
been honored
It was all in the name
of love
You are loyal
Smile politely
They look up to you
They don’t know who you
are
They don’t see your truth
You are proud
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