The teeth grow and I can't find my way home The teeth grow but I won't let you build your throne. Black waters. I speak; I speak of being left with no other options. Back to wall, nails to ground And we cannot hope to be found.
I cant breath, your ill mannered intentions are suffocating me. Cut me right open, down to the bone. Use up my insides to build up your throne. Your progress was made with my blood. You speak of black waters and drowning the horses;Infecting the weak, creating disorder. You destroy what I have built You destroy and I rebuild. Look at my hands, they're bloodied by labor And what do I have? No faith in good nature.You destroy what I have built You destroy and I rebuild. I wont be your pig.