Rebel (Prophet I)

The weight of a crown can bend one's spine
Into the most grotesque shapes
When the neck is burdened with heavy lies
One sees the world in brand new ways

I fear not men or beasts, nor the monsters of the sea
Death by the coward's hand
Or enslavement caused by wicked schemes

Stringing together the clippings of a dying age
The gaping fallacies beholden inside every page
The truth lies inside the spacing a of white
Those words hold no power, their weight is light

They say: Tame your tongue, bind your mouth
You know He's listening
But I say: Weigh your words, forget what you have heard
Because I'm listening, there's fault in everything
He says: I may lose the battle, but the fight will go ever on
Every knee will bow and every tongue will confess
The King calls me into His arms

The weight of a crown can bend one's spine
Into the most grotesque shapes
When the neck is burdened with heavy lies
One sees the world in brand new ways

Sharper than venom
Darker than ravens
He will tear the walls to the Kingdom to the ground
Fabricating the need of His presence
To shatter the walls of his weak-minded peasants

They say: Tame your tongue, bind your mouth
You know He's listening
But I say: Weigh your words, forget what you have heard
Because I'm listening, there's fault in everything
He says