"The King Is Dead" — the power vacuum announced.
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I have not come to worship you
Only flowers at your throne
I have not come to plead or beg
Or to claim what is my own
Oh I know you are the king
And youll say what is wrong
I have come to cut you down
And to leave your body dead
You do not mean so much to me
Nor that crown upon your head
You are just as sad as me
You are lonely flesh and blood
And the time has come for you to die
And now you bleed, please spare my life
You know Im the chosen one
I dont believe what you bequeth
And I must do what must be done
You say youre the only king
Your words just fall like rain
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- From the Nazareth catalogue. The king is dead — the announcement that changes everything. The power that was holding the world in order suddenly gone. The phrase anticipating the "long live the king" that completes it.