With a forked tong your words grow like bloody thorns inside my head
In my head
Dammed be these unholy words that make a home and leave a thorn inside my head
In my head
Blame the world for everything you supposed to be
Your own words have consequences even you can see
Say your lies I don't care if you cry
I'm going away
Your Words are like a blunt sword thrusting against the back of my head
Consequences rose and it drove to your own demise and now you're dead
Now you're dead
Blame the world for everything you supposed to be
Your own words have consequences even you can see
Say your lies I don't care if you cry
I'm going away