You, would you listen to my thoughts
Would you listen to me
If I spat our your venom through me
Would you set me free, whatever's left of me
If I spoke your fucking truth
Would you let me testify your wisdom
Your hypocritical vision of what I'm meant to be
This blood this loyalty
If I spoke your fucking truth
I rise, your prophet, straight to the throne
Divination, in your image
In your image in your blood
I'm not your prophet, I'm not your son
In your image in your blood
I'm not your prophet, I'm not your son
In your image in your blood
I'm not your prophet, I'm not your son
Hate, hate, take this crown
You're on your throne on the ground
Will you fight, will you stand tall
You're not listening to me
On your throne in the dirt now
Begging at my knees
Take this crown as it crumbles
Take this crown as it crumbles
Now you're listening to me
Take this crown
Mother Mary full of grace
Cross my heart and take my place
Mother Mary full of grace
Cross my heart let time erase
I rise, your prophet, straight to the throne
Divination, in your image
Take this fucking crown
In your image in your blood
I'm not your prophet, I'm not your son
In your image in your blood
I'm not your prophet
Will you fight, will you stand tall
You're not listening to me
On your throne in the dirt now
Begging at my knees
Take this crown at it crumbles
Take this crown at it crumbles
Now you're listening to me
Will you fight, will you stand tall
You're not listening to me
On your throne in the dirt now
Begging at my knees
Take this crown at it crumbles
Take this crown at it crumbles
Now you're listening to me
Will you fight, will you stand tall
You're not listening to me
Will you fight, will you stand tall
You're not listening to me