In Your Image - Drown This City

You, would you listen to my thoughts?

Would you listen to me

If I spat out 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 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?