"1/3" lyrics
The face of a false prophet
Carved into my mother's spine
He's telling me this mountain was my birthright
He's telling me I'm a good little boy
For keeping my mouth shut
In the valley of the shadow of death
Is manifest destiny's glowing ground zero
I'm watching it shiver with moths
Like a hand about to strike
This is what fear looks like
When the question shifts from if to when
And are you even listening?
I taste blood on my tongue
I taste blood on my tongue
I taste blood on my tongue
I taste blood on my tongue
Time to clean my wounds in the river
Sending my body down
Carved into my mother's spine
He's telling me this mountain was my birthright
He's telling me I'm a good little boy
For keeping my mouth shut
In the valley of the shadow of death
Is manifest destiny's glowing ground zero
I'm watching it shiver with moths
Like a hand about to strike
This is what fear looks like
When the question shifts from if to when
And are you even listening?
I taste blood on my tongue
I taste blood on my tongue
I taste blood on my tongue
I taste blood on my tongue
Time to clean my wounds in the river
Sending my body down
