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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 bloody, 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 SongtexteTake 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 as it crumbles Take this crown as 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 as it crumbles Take this crown as 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 Did you fight, did you stand tall? Aus Songtexte Mania