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I’m in the zone. I’m alone with a torch and I’m gonna burn down your throne, and I won’t stop lighting it up until your motherfucking mind is blown. You better pick up a bus pass. Nobody will ride for free. If you put a crown over your head, they’re gonna tell you to hide from me.

Down with the King. Snatch his crown. Dump his bones in the lost and Found. Put him in your thoughts. Put him in a prayer. No throne is safe from the cold king slayer.

I’m in a bad mood and I’ll go back soon, to being number one to three, and I won’t stop punching a face until they get the fuck away from me. They better pick up a phone and google who the fuck is running this bitch. If you get fucked, hit up the clinic. That ass better get an extra stitch.

Down with the King. Snatch his crown. Dump his bones in the lost and Found. Put him in your thoughts. Put him in a prayer. No throne is safe from the cold king slayer. Slay the king. Take his life; his neck under the knife. Slay the king. Make him pay. I’m here to wreck your day.

It’s not a test, cuz’ I’m one of the best on the planet you better bet your life. If you think I’m ever taking a step back, you better fuckin learn to think twice. You gotta gimme the credit. I say it and I do whatever I please. If you think you’re the king, I’m cutting the legs off that theory at the knees.

Down with the King. Snatch his crown. Dump his bones in the lost and Found. Put him in your thoughts. Put him in a prayer. No throne is safe from the cold king slayer.

I’m in the back with a mode of attack; the reason we don’t ever get nice things. And I won’t stop chapping up lips, making them lick these slick dick rings. You better get out the duck face, like you’re a fuck faced white trash. Cuz motherfucker I’m a roll up a cuff, and throw a knuckle sandwich at that ass.

Down with the King. Snatch his crown. Dump his bones in the lost and Found. Put him in your thoughts. Put him in a prayer. No throne is safe from the cold king slayer. Slay the king. Take his life; his neck under the knife. Slay the king. Make him pay. I’m here to wreck your day.

Down With The King.

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from Drowning In Restricted Thought, released March 3, 2016

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Crossworm Grand Rapids, Michigan

Crossworm is a heathen anti-pop artist.

"Crossworm is almost annoyingly talented. Musician, artist, poet, and essayist, he’s seemingly a potential threat in almost any artistic medium you drop him into.

Crossworm’s music is a strong mix of violent imagery, anthemic chorus’s, introspection and societal critique told from the voice of the proletariat."

-Ryan Nehring,
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