248 Songtext
von Simon Medz

There is the king of the crowned stupidity
Mechanical thing who made an only one will
Swallowing like an endless hole and taking away your humanity
He said you will become what you own and neither more nor less
Keeping his box comfortable and ignoring your neighbor′s place

There is the Queen of the organized abasedly
Antennal creature who is waiting for his meal
Exhausting you all days to toil, Guardian of human's disembody
She requires more and more to be fed, chaining you to a necklace
Organizing the time to occupy, the only way to save your place

There is the Prince of the artificial comedy
Aerial designer who chooses what is real
Making the role you will play, Regent of a Picture′s made society
He wants to hold you in front of screen and sort everything by likeness
Broadcasting the evening program and ordering to keep your place


But now he's back around
Awakening the survival instinct
Deep inside us, the fallen angel
Who does not forgive
Who does not forget
Detreating to leave only the essentials
Groundswell that dig up the dirt
And throw this heavy crown on the ground

To the ground
To the ground
To the ground
Throw this heavy crown to the ground

To the ground
To the ground
To the ground
Throw this heavy crown to the ground

Accept his kiss
Tears this world and let it die
Down in abyss
Let that chrysalis turn into a butterfly
Accept his kiss
Tears this world and let it die
Like a Phenix
From ashes, soon we will be able to fly

Coming back around
Throw this heavy crown into the ground


Coming back around
Throw this heavy crown into the ground

Accept his kiss
Tears this world and let it die
Down to the abyss
Let that chrysalis turn into a butterfly
Accept his kiss
Tears this world and let it die
Like a Phenix
From ashes, soon we will be able to fly