[Verse I: GhostOfAnEgo] Kings with no crowns are the only kings left around Let them astound in their own ways, in their own days Someday, one day, it'll be my day I'm just paving my way I'm just saying in my way that each'll teach on their day In turn I'm learning for my day The pupil always becomes the master But people always want to get their faster And always after they become the master The no longer ask they know the answer Kings rise and fall Kings' eyes see it all And the rest can't see at all I just want to see it all Even though I foresee the fall The climb is worth the jump when the time is done It's one hell of a run to collapse at last At number one But if peasant's pleasant dreams are to be king It seems kings don't dream at all [Chorus: 30 Seconds to Mars] We were the kings and queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between heaven and hell Heaven and hell [Verse II: GhostOfAnEgo] My only fear's to be forgotten My only fear's to be rotten To be locked inside myself I'm beside myself I deny myself Any error for the terror I'll bear Of not being an heir Of not being amidst the greats Admit my fate to take place in the great showcase Show up fate even if I show up late Past my show up date I showed up Why shouldn't I blow up? Yup No answer's cancer No, I can't sir give up I'll live up till I miss the cut cause I'm cut for this Cause I can't miss it Cause you can't dismiss it Cause you can't dismiss me I'm dead set on success Delusions of grandeur Damn her She instilled the never stay still The stay filled me how refuses to back down Or stay in the background An apparent air of arrogance A flagrant flair Fate there staring, wearing my crown Bearing, glaring down History remembers the victors Not the whimpers [Chorus] [Verse III: GhostOfAnEgo] When I'm upset I step up I get up I'll never let up Till I get a leg up I'll stay up till they pay up Till they play up my jamz That fans demand That's what's up That's why I get up That's why I'm fed up of mediocrity The hypocrisy to hail fails Current status turn it at us How, now, will we raise the world? We'll ask for music masters Fusion crafters To shape a generation's fate? Am I too late? [Chorus]