I The Breather - 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 your screaming to help but somethings must be!
We are not good, We are not proud!
Move onwards and let your wings be our 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
His vultures gather to steal every little piece of our souls
The Rotten and decayed words ohh
They speak
"Crown me your king for all my wrong doings youve 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

Writers: Shawn Spann

Lyrics © TIGRIS MUSIC - REF

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