You Won'T See Me Again

Are you happy Now?
You Always wanted this..
Dont worry You will not see me again........

You ask me why my head stays low,
Like I carved my fate in stone.
You watch me bleed, then call it shame,
Like you never lit the flames.

You preach of honor with blood on your hands,
Build your throne on broken men.
Sip your wine, choke on your lies,
Every king will rot in time.

Burn the gold, watch it turn to dust,
Every crown is laced with rust.
Bow to power, kneel to greed,
They kill the kind and feed the beast.

They wear their halos made of chains,
Praise their gods but curse my name.
They paint my ruin, sell my fall,
Then wonder why I haunt them all.

You raise your torches, you light the pyre,
Then call me cursed when I survive the fire.

Burn the gold, watch it turn to dust,
Every crown is laced with rust.
Bow to power, kneel to greed,
They kill the kind and feed the beast.

They twist the knife, they dim the sun,
Then cry for light when the darkness comes.
But I am the storm, I am the flood,
I am the fire that drinks their blood.

So ask me why my head stays low...
I buried my throne in the undertow.