Lyrics Take Off the Crown - The Thought

Men who march with their whole damned hearts
Think the wars they start are a form of art
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
We could take your head, better take off the crown
Engine parts in a slaughterhouse
For their fellow man in an honored blouse
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
Either that or death, better take off the crown
Cannibals made from capital
Selling nationalism casual
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
We could take your head, better take off the crown
Bastardized patriotic thinking
Been a pastime while we all drinking
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
Take off your fucking crown!

Death to the Monarchy! 'Cause nobody controls me
Y'all been bleeding for the wrong armies, y'all Gods ain't holy
It's the eve of ordered treason, heavy breathing in the dark
Dry leaves! What's going to be the spark?
I'll be the Robespierre, give me a guillotine
Won't even need a mask, I'll let them look at me
There ain't shame to be had, call it a public service
Removing kings from their crowns or returning them to the worms
It's a burden I'd be honored by: murdering the all-despised
Members of the ruling class who've never even wondered why
The underdogs are biting, lighting fires on their ass
In their writings they'll describe us as a violent, looting mass
And I've had it, it's fucking tragic
How they keep going like it never happened, they crashed it!
Just to cash in on the undertow and leave us the damage
They up and vanished, they'd be lucky for a banishment if I ever get 'em

Men who march with their whole damned hearts
Think the wars they start are a form of art
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
We could take your head, better take off the crown
Engine parts in a slaughterhouse
For their fellow man in an honored blouse
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
Either that or death, better take off the crown
Cannibals made from capital
Selling nationalism casual
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
We could take your head, better take off the crown
Bastardized patriotic thinking
Been a pastime while we all drinking
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
Take off your fucking crown!

Burn down your monastery! 'Cause the Pope still evil
Y'all been eating all the wrong berries, they keep you feeble!
It's the need for abdication, plans we making in the dark
Torn sheets stuffed in the Maker's Mark
Let's make like Mehmet Agca, with better steady hands
And know the public watching as we aiming from the stands
We'll prove that brains can splatter across Saint Peter's Square
Keep to the crowd as they scatter, they won't even gather our hair
That's an errand I'd be open to, declaring errors in their truth
Cause how's the God on Earth so scary hurt by what we point and shoot?
It's easy enough to answer: all religions are a cancer
When provided self-delusion of the masses through a feeding-tube
It's ruin, to every human, how they keep doing
Shit to make you stupid, it's rooted in computations of control
Until your face becomes a skull and all your faith becomes complacence
Waiting patient for your turn at the culling

Men who march with their whole damned hearts
Think the wars they start are a form of art
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
We could take your head, better take off the crown
Engine parts in a slaughterhouse
For their fellow man in an honored blouse
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
Either that or death, better take off the crown
Cannibals made from capital
Selling nationalism casual
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
We could take your head, better take off the crown
Bastardized patriotic thinking
Been a pastime while we all drinking
Better take off the crown, take off the crown
Take off your fucking crown!