They say that crowns are reserved for kings Their jewels are the realm of those who deserve them And in the blink of an eye, in the changing of the wind, fortunes change For every shipwreck, comes the chance to begin again To rebuild anew, atop the mistakes of the past Out of death, comes life We come to you with the soul of a proud knight, and the trash-filled mind of a lazer-bathed socialite Let us begin the story now