Grief Fetish

I am not worthy of the throne bestowed upon me
A promise of safe passage through the flood
Cradled in the jaws of a starving beast

Now I'm king I'm gonna run this place into the ground
Now I'm king I'm gonna run this place into the fucking ground

All hail the deceiver
By cruel tongue the fruit will spoil
A famine will spread and cannons will roar in my name

A faux halo adorns my head
Dolled up the fiction in bad drag and promises

I am doom
I am trauma
I'm a lowlife son of a bitch

Now I'm king I'm gonna run this place into the ground
Now I'm king
Now I'm king I'm gonna run this place into the ground

All hail the deceiver
Hearts tell tails beneath my feet
So loud they down out the vows
I recite through my teeth

A faux halo adorns my head
Dolled up the fiction in bad drag and promises

I have shamed the father and the son
But I know hell is proud of all I've done
I have shamed the father and the son
But hell will welcome me back home with open arms

The devil knows my name
The devil knows my name
And he's calling out
He's calling out

A faux halo adorns my head
Dolled up the fiction in bad drag and promises

Old hounds stay loyal to the cruellest of men



Credits
Writer(s): Mikey White
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