"In Your Image" lyrics

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, what

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, whoa-hey

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, whoa-hey

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, whoa-hey

Take this crown as it crumbles
Take this crown as it crumbles
Now you are 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?