Build Myself a Crown

Hammer high, hammer high Dreams of love or war Replicate and manipulate. Metal. Metal. Manufacture, mould, make do and mend Build myself a crown. Fracture and rot Show me your broken bones. Build it high Spire, spitfire, situation tires Into overspilling global landscapes Of thrones put out to sea. Nightmares are dreams in other words. Build myself a crown And relax from my hand The hammer high and heavy sigh. Europe burns the world. You should relax yourself to The fact that we like you Show me your broken bones. Playgrounds stretch out flat Like paper or global diktats Where upon one day in fact We'll build a city Build it high Where we live upon and feast upon. Build myself a crown.