Den Master Andrias (Bearer Of Tail Fanning, Agitation Of Eggs, And Hygienic Filial Cannibalism)

A New Kind Of American Saint - The War Is Coming

TheClashAtDemoHead

Intro

02 - slack attack - Crown of Lies

Lyrics:
Damn she got me spinning again 
Got spinning again 
Got spinning again 
She Got me spinning spinning 

Damn she got me spinning again 
Got spinning again 
Got spinning again 
She Got me spinning spinning 

She takes my heart 
Watch her chomp down 
I feel the weight 
So subtle how 

My mind can’t think 
Of who you are 
I can’t contain 
The way I feel 


What makes you feel so damn complete ? 

She takes my mind and goes around
Around x4

Damn she got me spinning again 
Got spinning again 
Got spinning again 
She Got me spinning spinning 

Damn she got me spinning again 
Got spinning again 
Got spinning again 
She got me spinning spinning 

She takes my heart 
Watch her chomp down 
I feel the weight 
So subtle how 

My mind can’t think 
Of who you are 
I can’t contain 
The way I feel 

(love yall more music soon)

spinning

Lyrics:

You strut around like you’re heaven-sent,
But your throne’s built out of others’ sweat.
A cardboard crown on a crooked head,
Buying respect with borrowed bread.
You shout your worth like a battle cry,
But your echoes even roll their eyes.
You demand the world, yet you bring no swing,
Just empty hands for a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

You preach the grind, but you never bleed,
Living off favors like it’s your creed.
You bark your orders from borrowed thrones,
A monarch built out of other men’s bones.
Every promise you make is counterfeit,
Wrapped in pride but hollow as shit.
You talk like a titan, but you’ve got no swing,
A crumble of ego for a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

You want the crown? Then carry the weight.
Earn your breath, stop begging for fate.
You want respect? Then build your throne,
Not from the backs you’ve overthrown.
Your kingdom’s cardboard, your pride’s on lease,
A charity tyrant with delusions of peace.
Step off the stage, let the workers sing,
You’ve never bled like a rightful king.

I crawled through storms you’ve never seen,
Built my crown where the world’s been mean.
I forged my name in the dirt and grit,
While you rehearsed your throne-room script.
I rise by scars, you rise by talk,
You want the throne? Then learn to walk.
I stand on strength you’ll never bring,
A working man facing a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

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