Beneath The Crown from No Help For The Mighty Ones

Don’t tread the path of the enlightened Don’t swallow their sugared seeds of poison Their Da’ath leads to that black moonrise Where the bodies stack up to the rafters We touch the planets yet we’re no closer to the heavens We gaze at the stars from our pig trough We map the silver depths of the ocean While we bathe in the blood of the hated Spare me from your kingdom Born without a coin in my mouth I still crawl toward the sun Hands in the cracks of the walls of your mind I dismantle your thoughts Eating grapes in dens of steel Buffing that old carnage wheel Sitting safe on marble thrones Perched atop levees of bones