Piercing thorns of venom
Grow in the minds of the weak
Mother nature gave us
Lips to conceal our teeth
Not wind, nor hail, nor thunder
Will hinder the tall poppy’s climb
From the ashes, rise up
Reach out for that speck of sky
Listen
You’ll hear your name
Praise echoes as disdain
Stand your ground
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Because the nail that sticks up gets hammered down
Stand your ground
No one is a prophet in their hometown
Never look down
As the sickle dances
To decapitate the queen
It’s such a sick romance that
Blades of grass can cut so deep
Time for harvest, pay the piper
A crescent moon to turn the tide
As the song of insects
Grinds away the still of night
Listen
They call your name
Praise echoes as disdain
Stand your ground
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Because the nail that sticks up gets hammered down
Stand your ground
No one is a prophet in their hometown
Never look down
Oh
Oh, off with her head
Such a succubus needs to be bled
Off with her head
Don’t look down
Don’t look down
Stand your ground