Crown Me King
We've become ill from the power constricted in our minds
We are a mark of the beast our father claimed us not to be
Why must we take strength from a man so pure
And laugh at the words he claimed would set us assail?

A stranger, a man falling astray
I know you're screaming to help but some things must be!

We are not good, we are not proud!
We are not good, we are not proud!

Move and let your wings be your light
Move onwards and let your wings be your light
Move onwards and let your wings be your light

We have fallen into the arms of a bad man
And we will weep until the light shines down!
Take the hand of this certainty
Take the hand of this certainty

His vultures gather to steal every little piece of our souls
The rotten and decayed words oh
Moving onwards
Moving onwards
They speak
They speak
They speak
"Crown me your king for all my wrongdoings you've never seen my purest actions"

We are a mark of the beast our father claimed us not to be
My father, please guide us in prosperity
My father, please guide us in prosperity