G Bm Counting the stars, in an empty portal G Bm You're looking dead, like an empty mortal G Bm What will I see, when my eyes stop working? G Bm What if I'm right, that there is no king? [Instrumental] 1:17 G x4 [Verse] 1:42 G Bm I was born with an imagination G Bm I once believed in your faulty promise G Bm Are you that weak, that you follow fiction? G Bm Then again, what do I even know?