“Royal Ghost: The Age of Crimson”

I’ll enjoy the scenery as my heart speeds up

A nervous motion upon a marvelous sun rise

Neither light nor dark can guide this lost soul

I’ll find myself raising my fists to the sky again

Only to be faced by another astounding grin

I think this world is going to swallow me whole

Or I’ll end up bleeding out before my very eyes

Bathe in gold, oh humble soldier, and raise your cup!

And you want it bad

You want it, you want it bad

Don’t you, boy?

That gaze, that grin, oh it’s turning me to stone

Seems I’ll crumble before I feel myself alive again

Breathe in, breathe out, exoskeletal emotional reign

Favor us now, oh distant sun, I need this morning glow

Must I come crashing down upon myself to muster a ‘hello’?

I find myself spinning in circles over this, wracking my brain

This is the age of crimson and we’re all bathing in sin

Radio silence consumes me as I constantly check my phone

And you want it bad

You want it, you want it bad

Don’t you, boy?

Get over yourself

You’re a ghost wearing a robe and a crown

Unholy host, burning the globe and gown

Just give up