Crown

🖤 “Crown of Nothing” — Louvin‑dark bluegrass version 🖤

Verse 1

If you wear “bitch” like a crown,

the devil’s smilin’ in the dark.

You think you’re climbin’ toward the heavens,

but you’re sinkin’ where the lost ones start.

You call it pride, you call it power,

but it’s just fear dressed up as fire.

Chorus

There’s no honor in the harm you praise,

no glory in the venom you raise.

Kindness builds kingdoms the wicked can’t see,

meanness burns every root of the tree.

So boast if you want — but the truth still rings:

you’re small as the shadow

your cruelty brings.

Verse 2

You swing your words like a rusted scythe,

cutting low, but never clean.

Every wound you try to open

shows the weakness in your scheme.

You haunt the room with brittle thunder,

a storm that tears itself asunder.

Chorus

There’s no honor in the harm you praise,

no glory in the venom you raise.

Kindness builds kingdoms the wicked can’t see,

meanness burns every root of the tree.

So boast if you want — but the truth still rings:

you’re small as the shadow

your cruelty brings.

Bridge

Wear your crown of thorns if you hunger for pain,

but it won’t buy you mercy,

and it won’t earn you a name.

You could’ve risen higher

on a gentler flame—

but you chose the darkness,

and you’ll answer for the same.

Final Chorus

There’s no honor in the harm you praise,

no glory in the venom you raise.

Kindness builds kingdoms the wicked can’t see,

meanness burns every root of the tree.

So boast if you want — but the truth still rings:

you’re small as the shadow

your cruelty brings.

Outro

And when judgment comes quiet

on a cold, moonless night,

you’ll find that a crown made of nothing

won’t help you

stand in the light.