Confessions (Crimson King) Lyrics

My Lord, the people have spoken

Clearly, intelligent lifeform

So probable

Possible

And hopabble

See me

Hear me

I'm Drogan

When I spit fire know I'm unstoppable

Hear thee

Lock myself in a brass box with the broke shards of a brass key (key)

Synthesise visions of a melody

Programme the drums

Synthesise the damn beat yeah

Clearly

So possible

Probable

Lord Green you doing too much

Saw too much

And I grew too much

Iron of a gun

Red dot on my brush

Cause I drew too much

Damn burdens stacked on my back make me damn hunched

And I knew too much

Talk to God like Moses by the vine of the burning bush

Mother God forgive my sins

On my lips push the burning gin

Mother God forgive my wins

Forgive my loss

Forgive my wins

Mother God

Mother God

After me

After me yeah (yeah)

Calling all those after me

This ain't no tragedy yeah

Spray so much like Sandy Hook (hook)

Age of 25 I wrote a book (T1)

Word on word

Typography

Inking on birds, calligraphy

She wanna bend bed sheets, memories (bird)

Hit your name

Punch in the Os (bird)

Link the pin

Take off your clothes

Balcony some photography

Pornography

Crimson King's aristocracy

She inking out pages Charlamagne

Grip the word

Then we ride the train

Ride the worm like she Chalamet

Take the pain

Sacrifice yourself in the rain

Thats quite the frame

Mother God forgive my sins (yeah)

On my lips push the burning gin (gin)

Mother God forgive my wins (no)

Forgive my loss

Forgive my wins (yeah)

Mother God

Mother God

After me

After me yeah (yo)

Calling all those after me (call)

This ain't no tragedy yeah

Reforge the shards of the Crimson Crown

Take upon your blade and vanquish those who stand against us

They are lost

You must lead

You must lead