The crown of man covered in ash
We want to see our power last
Yet we wait and act on nothing
We watch with intent
To learn the gears way
For we dont see all the rust in its place
For that is our crown
Filled with ego and hate
Should we learn in our true kings wake
Our lord of gears and rust
His crimson might
We wait with passion
To see his light
To hear his song
To feel his watchfull eye
Does your crown shine?
Does your crown shine?
No matter where the stars may take us
We will always find a home
We will always find a home
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