In the words you no doubt see what is it al about.

Integrity and paranoia.

A cold war between the peasant

and his self-appointed king.

"Look! The king has no clothes!" cries the peasant.

"My peasants love me!" exclaims the king.

Upon seeing his peasants

he notices none who support him.

"Look! This peasant is lazy and stupid!" cries out the king

attempting to pit the others against the peasant.

Yet the peasant simply dissipate

they return to the their lives,

quietly discussing the king's ill-founded happiness.

Even still, the king has no clothes.

I hear nothing but the clock ticking in the corridor

counting down the number of heartbeats.

Until the king dies alone in his paper castle.