I used to rule the world, seize the rise when I gave the word. Now in the morning I sweep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes. Listen as the crowd would sing, "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me. And I discovered that my castles stand, upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.