Verse 1

Adrian Crowe with the blueprint folded

Cold hand steady, every loose end closed in

Built iron jaws where the old walls stood

Made fear pay rent in his neighborhood

He reads a room like a locked machine

Counts every pulse, every gap between

No crown needed, the whole board knows

One quiet order and the red light glows

Pre-Chorus

He never asks, he takes the room

Turns every warning into proof

But one name cuts through his control

One pair of eyes can breach the whole

Chorus

Crowe on the throne, let the whole world know

He makes the rules and he moves the stone

But when she walks in, his kingdom slows