Don't Look Down

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 'Cause 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 'Cause the nail that sticks up gets hammered down Stand your ground No one is a prophet in their hometown Never look down 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