The Crown

I am the first fist in the air,
Tearing apart the atmosphere.
I am the eyes that stare you down,
The eyes that are meant for the crown.
You stole it,
You stole it.
The blades can't block you now,
Do you hear the sirens crying out?
My grip will never be put down,
And you will be held from the crown.
Their potions can't please you now,
Now that your youth is draining out.
My intent is to bring you down,
My goal is to wear the crown.
I will be where you least expect me,
Your hair will rise, your blood runs cold.
And everyone will suddenly love me.
They'll say, "In with the new, out with the old."
In with the new,
Out with the old.
In with the new,
Out with the old.
The blades can't block you now,
Do you hear the sirens crying out?
My grip will never be put down,
And you will be held from the crown.
Their potions can't please you now,
Now that your youth is draining out.
My intent is to bring you down,
My goal is to wear the crown.
The world will be a better place,
When I come in and you're replaced.
The world will be in better shape.
When I come in,
And close the case.
The blades can't block you now,
Do you hear the sirens crying out?
My grip will never be put down,
And you will be held from the crown.
Their potions can't please you now,
Now that your youth is draining out.
My intent is to bring you down,
My goal is to wear the crown.
Now I wear the crown.