Hot wheels
The black knight wants
The round table of his hooded knights
He says he needs it alright
He has lost his vision
He has found he couldn't trust his knights
He lives by alone staring into his oblivion
He knows he has to pay for his transgressions
Hot wheels
He wants it all
In the power turning crazy
The way of life losing control
The hooded knights go
Playing the game of back door
The people get angry
Each passing day
The angry face
He can't bark to order
He knows he has lost his plot
On hot wheel through back door
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