The Red Crown Songtext / Lyric

What can we offer to the lost?

A tiny piece of divinity?

But what? Just to watch them bring it to its knees?

To lose it without ever knowing what power it may possess?






Yes, kill it quickly

Let it fall to the moment of crisis

When what one has not chosen but accepts as their existence

Begins to show its scars

And the plans and the dreams of the "Ideal Life"

Have crumbled away.



Fall deeply into the mundane

Don't let the screaming that riots within have a voice -

Instead drown it in satisfying ridiculous lusts -

Sudden desires that well up which tell one

That they must give in

Or life will end without meaning.



But these desires are second-hand, tired, designed...

A culture of repression with no imagination

Looks to destruction

To feel alive

A culture of repression with no imagination

Looks to destruction

To feel alive.



The world will end

They say

so why not watch it burn?



The world will end

They say

So why not watch it burn?



The world will end

They say

So why not watch it burn?



Heavy is the head that wears the crown