"The King" lyrics

Well I don't feel bad for what I've done
You should feel bad for that mouth you run
What do you think you've got on me
Well with these blood stained sheets and broken walls it's evident to see that I am still the king

Well I'm not sad about the things you've done
You should be sad cause you chose to run
All those lonely nights I spent without you
Now you're locked inside yourself can't think of what to do

I'm a monster, a train wreck, a magazine
I'm a filter, a singer, a murder scene
I'm an answer, a prayer
I've always been the younger smarter human being, that's me

The air gets cold as I walk through the room
That band is playing that haunting tune
I'm thinking so many things I could do
But I just stare at you from the side of the room

This means that I quit while I was ahead
Before I'd get down on my knees lie in someone elses bed
Because I am pretentious, a quitter with tainted intentions
I've gathered my suspects and my inventions
I'll go out peacefully if you just let me go
But you put your hand in my face and you just say, go

I'm a monster, a train wreck, a magazine
I'm a filter, a singer, a murder scene
I'm an answer, a prayer
I've always been the king