Lyrics:

Thin december air is like the dry ice smokeYou'll come to your senses or inhale andchokeMy IQ allows me to brush you
asideYou're zeros and ones, you're wrong whereI'm rightNow, the tyrant is dead and his lady is freeI am going ahead with
the reinvention of meNow the king lies here dead, now the kinglies here deadIt's not as wet as the rain oras cold as the s
nowIt drives him in hard to the sane and thesimple soulI take a charge at my chanceyou know how it isLet go of my handyo
u know how it isNow, the tyrant is dead and his lady is freeI am going ahead with the reinvention of meAnd my IQ allows me
to brush you asideNow, the tyrant is dead and his lady is freeI am going ahead with the reinvention of meNow the king lies
here dead, now the kinglies here dead