White Knuckles
I crown me king of the sweet cold north
With my carpet of needles and my crown of snow
I will shatter all guns and I will break all swords
Melt the hate in the bonfire watch the golden glow
And when it burns too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm
White knuckles
And when it burns too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm
White knuckles
I dub me lord of the kind warm pine woods
With my blue lipped frost bitten flightless fae
I crown me protector of the good
Creatures hiding abiding by the hunter’s ways
And when its hurts too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm
White knuckles
And when its hurts too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm
White knuckles
Why does man find beauty in submission?
Rather nail her coat to his wall than her eyes be bright
He thinks something strong needs to be controlled
In my kingdom the streets are always safe at night
And when you’re scared so bad gotta dig your nails into your palm
White knuckles
You gotta hit so hard so they know that this was never their world
Red knuckles
You gotta hit so hard so they know that this was never their world
Red knuckles