Lowlegs - Kingmaker Lyrics

A godless design, steal the keys from the maker
Burn all their gifts, this is normal behavior
The headaches, the heartaches
Heavy is the crown, that mattes up your hair
Keeps your eyes pointed down
The future is snarling, and writhes in regret
Don't look for the patterns, it comes triplets
Rehearsed with a despondence, performed with a fondness
For all the time wasted, for fear to be honest

I will be there for the rise, disappear before the fall

The perfect addendum, without an agenda
The pendulum stops, in the gutter of pleasure
My youth was pretentious, my privilege is ripe
Is this the real future, scoop out my eyes
Masculine rejection, no need for protection
The code of a conscience, his words an erection
The first to laugh, the last to clap
They're holed up their holding out, for a figment of the the promised south

I will be there for the rise, disappear before the fall