Beneath the Crown - SubRosa

Don’t tread the path of the enlightened*

Don’t swallow their sugared seeds of poison

Their Da’ath leads to that black moonrise

Where the bodies stack up to the rafters

We touch the planets yet we’re no closer to the heavens

We gaze at the stars from our pig trough

We map the silver depths of the ocean

While we bathe in the blood of the hated

Spare me from your kingdom

Born without a coin in my mouth

I still crawl toward the sun

Hands in the cracks of the walls of your mind

I dismantle your thoughts

Eating grapes in dens of steel

Buffing that old carnage wheel

Sitting safe on marble thrones

Perched atop levees of bones