Faith & The Muse The Red Crown
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
