Crowned In Chrome - Crooked Fingers

Crowned in chrome I took a ride in the wrong direction

Severing the one bind you could tie on me

Darkness froze as all the hooks have been connected

Butchered underneath a broken light

There comes a time a man just cannot trust his freedom

Shaking with the hand that wants to cheat him

Pissing on the ones who help him float away

In his darkest hour

So down we go into a twisted dark dissension

Scavenging the loose change off your mind

And doused in gold behind a thin shroud of deception

You’re covering the one thing you can’t hide from me

There comes a time a man has nothing to believe in

Betting with a hand that will defeat him

Spitting in the eyes that helped you look away

From your darkest hour

Crowned in chrome I took a ride in the wrong direction

Severing the one bind you could tie on me

Darkness froze as all the hooks got disconnected

Throwing sparks into a starless sky

There comes a time a man just cannot trust his freedom

Leeching off a host that will disease him

Shining up the shoes that send you on your way

Into your darkest hour