Crown

Pour milk into my mouth, a form is clear I've been feeding from the drip Don't wake me if I'm wrong, I'm happy here afloat in intravenous sick

Hope, was it always hope? Was it always, something that you can lean on I don't see the fucking joke, coz underneath it, is the truth we believe in

Chances are we're already dead and we're lying to ourselves again Trying to visualize the end and repeat it, believe it We're dead, a crown is worth nothing a crown is worth nothing

Drunk on velvet chemicals, impressions are rarely sober or awake, I dream, I wake up, dream again it's hard to tell what is real and what is fake

Hope, was it always hope? if this is fiction, does it end with a punchline? I don't see the fucking joke, coz underneath it is the dream we believe in

Chances are we're already dead and we're lying to ourselves again Try to visualize the end and repeat it, believe it We're dead, a crown is worth nothing a crown is worth nothing

Curious to know what we do next, now that it's over Foolish to think God would save our necks, now that it's over

We're dead now that it's over now that it's over We're dead now that it's over now that it's over

Hanging by the lies that we've been fed Victims of the promises unkept Blinded by the scriptures we have read

Now that it's over, we're dead A crown is worth nothing a crown is worth nothing We're dead A crown is worth nothing a crown is worth nothing