Broken crown,
Head held high,
Touch my mouth with your malicious lips.
Noble stones tucked away,
corrupted by the riches smell
for too long fingers, the greed must pay.
You can't tempt me,
When I stay,
The sun will crawl out of my belly,
Don't dare to speak of grace;
Perhaps my heart is farce,
But I am a face without a mask.
Spear me your vicious tongue talk,
I'll never be the chosen one,
I can resist the charm,
even if I overgrow in thistle and weeds.
The dead can't bury themselves,
Begged you to hear me,
Just plant the last hope as a seed,
May the goods change our ways,
Call me,
as I know my name,
and I'll use you as a focal point so that I don't lose sight of what we want.
Thought we could move farther away from what was, furthermore make clear the past.
I'll never wear that broken crown,
Head held high as I spoke a vow,
Devoted to you, and I would freely live poor, because all I need for living is you, that I adore.
