Crown Of Worms
(Mustaine/Harris)
I am the author, dream up your pain
Drink as did Bacchus, rebel just like Cain
Lord of the city, I shall remain
All pandemonium, I shall reign
Sit in my fortress up on my hill
Drinking the wine till I've had my fill
Building up high, my castle walls
Oh, to veil my splendid fall
I present you, I present you
I present you this crown of worms
Surrounding myself with misery
Drawn curtains heavy of my hitory
Exquisite I am perfect unity
On my left hand is false majesty
I feign affection, refute the true story
Dispute with creation, the lie is my glory
I care for no one, my gospel is death
For me the light's gone, only darkness is left
I present you, I present you
I present you this crown of worms
As black in deed, as cold as stone
A commandment of one, as proud as gold
As neglected in spirit, as time is old
As legion is numbers, as legend is told
I am alone with the agony of truth
My power of will, my judgement and chain
My end is knowledge and conscience of guilt
My final confusion hidden from me till I'm done
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