Код Поэзии - Take Your Crown

I have gathered all the ashes
That were falling from your hands
I am tired of your orders
And your lines drawn in the sand
You can keep your perfect heaven
I would rather rot in hell
Take your chains
Take your crown
And take all the lies you sell
Take your chains
Take your crown
Take your perfect little heaven
And burn it down
All your words
All you sell
World of walls
World of laws
Rock in hell
They drew a circle around my name
Set that circle all on fire
Measured every step I took
With a coil of barbed wire
Stand up straight
Speak like us
Hold your tongue
Bend your knee
But my grandfather's broken boots
Still remember how to live
I have eaten bitter years
Drink your winter from the well
Now I toast you with this curse
May you choke on what you sell
Every rule you've carved in stone
Every name you try to quell
I return them one by one
As I break free from your spell
So write my sin in your black book
Shout it out
Ring your bell
I will sleep like on a soil
While your kingdom rots in hell