your head holds gold, your heart holds diamonds
wonder where the day went while you're fallin' towards the floor

Mercy King is neither merciful nor a leader, making one wonder how on earth he earned such a striking name. Fabulous and self-indulgent to a fault, it is easy to be swept up in the boy's natural exuberance and general zest for life. But tread carefully, for every rose has its thorn, and although he is dazzling and spectacular on the surface, not all that glitters is gold.

you know your mind may wander in and out of heaven
but your heart won't follow 'til you show it through the door