She wore her pride... like a razor crown... Laughing at the rules... as they bowed her down... His smile matched hersβsharp... divine... Two monarchs dancing... on a razor line... "Darling," he whispered... "we'll conquer the sky..." But his chessboard was set... with her queen in his eye... What they built was glass... so fragile, so bright... Mmmh... 'Til he raised the hammer... shattering the light... Oh, two crimson crowns... in a gilded room... One burns to ashes... one blooms... He trades her love... for a blood-red throne... In another lifeβ¦ maybe he'd have known... The ballroom dims... the final hour sings... She pours the wine he slips in the sting... "You could've ruled the world," she sighs with scorn... As he kisses her knuckles... the rose with its thorn... Oh, two crimson crowns... in a gilded room... One burns to ashes... oh... one blooms... He trades her love... for a blood-red throne... In another lifeβ¦ maybe he'd have known... The heavens weep... as the chandeliers fall... She dies in silk... he stands tall... Just a footnote left... in his book of lies... "The only soul... who ever saw through my eyesβ¦ That's why... mmmh... you had to die." Oh, two crimson crowns... now one remains... One lost to shadows... oh... one drowned in reigns... He wears her jewels... in the hollow of his chest... A ghost of the heart... he could never confess...
