The Crowning
My jaws of life, Will talk all night, Freeing me from, A place really tight. Are you a whistle blower Without a mouth? Trying to say anything, That may try to come out? I'll go for a brainwash, Because I'm at wits end, Using H2O, As my new found friend. What do you call it? If it has no name? I can't hear myself think, And I blew out the flame. Royalty on the thrown, With a queen so you're not alone, Knights to defend the land, And fighting hand to hand. Am I teaching or learning? Or swimming or drowning? With noble intentions, Will I ever get a crowning?
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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