Frozen Serration

(tick, tick, snap)

Lock the heavy iron doors,

keep them out

My rejection is my throne,

there's no doubt (hmph)

Frozen crown upon my head,

let it freeze

I am sovereign in this dark,

as I please

Let the cold air in,

I don't feel a thing (no,

nothing)

Watch the empire fall while I sit and sing

I own my rejection,

it's my sovereignty

(my crown)

Ruling over ruins of what used to be

Switchblades in the dark,

cutting through the gold

This is my palace,

beautiful and cold

(so cold)

Black fur moving in the bitter freeze

Quiet whispers carried on the breeze (shhh) Locked inside,

or maybe locked away

I am absolute, I have the final say

Only the cold beat remains (tick,

tick, snap)