Coronation

 

Music: Bobby Shiflett | Words: William Nailen

Walking up the hill. The fields and forest burning. 
And though the end is near, this old world keeps turning.
Although it feels like summer, it really is the winter.
The fields give no fruit in the autumn 
Until they’re sown with the old king’s blood

Can’t you see you’re killing me?, it’s a bullet
With your rumors and your lies
You are tearing up the skies
It’s the true apostasy, mount the gallows
Well, you’re leaving me no hope dangling on the end of that rope.

Wondering through the forest. Filled by brier-clumps and thorns.
Hunting down the old king just to slay him and crown the new one with his horns.
You know it’s so impersonal as they’re giving you the knife
The young sun king can only reign after he has taken your life

All hail the coronation, crown the king of our nation
Give the blessing of creation, taken on a long vacation
Kennedy was killed with love and orders passed down from above
An iron fist in a velvet glove reached out and snatched the wings from the dove.

Can’t you see you’re killing me?, it’s a bullet
With your rumors and your lies
You are tearing up the skies
It’s the true apostasy, mount the gallows
Well, you’re leaving me no hope dangling on the end of that rope.

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