Crookback Crown

A stately 14th-century-inspired piece with ornate lute arpeggios and steady hand percussion opens, String ensemble joins with courtly harmonies, and recorders weave intricate melodic lines, Dynamic shifts underscore each section, all framed with modal textures and rich vocal layers

[Verse 1] Winter in my marrow Summer on my tongue Every smile I borrow Is sharpened like a thumbtack Young Born with a twisted shadow So I learned to twist the room Bowing while I measure Every distance to your doom [Chorus] I am not shaped for love I'm shaped for war (so bend the knee, bend the knee) If peace is just a play I'll burn the floor (you’ll dance for me, dance for me) Line up your saints I’ll dress them in sin Call it God's will when the knives sink in I am not shaped for love I'm shaped to win (bend the knee, bend the knee) [Verse 2] Brothers at the table Wine the color of my plans Laughing So unable To see the poison on my hands I’ll smile for the painters Stand still for the crown While I move the children Like black pieces off the ground [Chorus] I am not shaped for love I'm shaped for war (so bend the knee, bend the knee) If peace is just a play I'll burn the floor (you’ll dance for me, dance for me) Line up your saints I’ll dress them in sin Call it God's will when the knives sink in I am not shaped for love I'm shaped to win (bend the knee, bend the knee) [Bridge] Do I look like a villain Or a mirror you avoid? Every holy man I kill Just leaves another void Say my name in a whisper Say my sins out loud I only ever wanted What they promised to the proud [Chorus] I am not shaped for love I'm shaped for war (so bend the knee, bend the knee) If peace is just a play I'll burn the floor (you’ll dance for me, dance for me) Line up your saints I’ll dress them in sin Crown on my coffin Blood on my grin I am not shaped for love I'm shaped to win (bend the knee, bend the knee)

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