HEIR

Curious crowd circles round.

I'm led charred tarred through town.

Be yours faithful through the night

Dawn comes, I'm out of sight.

Thistle, mistletoe my crown,

Bulletproof hand-me-downs.

I'm the heir, the heir-to-be,

Criminal royalty.

Evening's limelight I steal,

Your fearful heart reveal.

Guess my moves (I always lie).

None have won. High men try.

On your poison seed I feed,

Terminal (k)night fight to bleed.

I'm the heir, the heir-to-be,

Criminal royalty.

Men said the star's arrived

And I'm pulled from your side,

Now orbit umbilical.

Midwest, Hyde Park, hello.

Thistle, mistletoe my crown,

Bulletproof hand-me-downs.

I'm the heir, the heir-to-be,

Criminal royalty.

I'm the air, air you breathe,

Subliminal royalty.