This is a song about "Crowd"

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

His crowd ain't excited, they're not clapping.

Degenerate lyricists.. limit this.. visionless crowd of sentences//

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

The curtains have opened whilst the crowd is shouting out

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Before a morph in the crowd

They just go around