"Inside of that hive, the air was stale All I saw, a fog that'd go for miles A buzzing drone would heighten all my senses To a tune of rusty, lichen hopes
Behind a mask is where I stole And I waited in the dirt for my ascension To my surprise, I saw them—hungry, down below But I felt serene for a mortal man They were demons that made to follow me And they crabbed their way on through And they tore my heart and drank my fountain dry!
I'd remain with half a head on my shoulders And my path lead to a mountain of shame and gold
Well, I bore a hole of new frustration For the river I could never cross In every fiber, I could feel all wicked eyes They aimed for me in hours lost
O' I knew they was' watching me! And they'd never stop this madman
I'd remain with half a head on my shoulders And my path lead to a mountain of shame and gold If I stay too long, that darkness will turn my soul black But all the same... at least I'd have my gold
O' I knew they was' watching me! And they'd never stop this madman's drum!
Can I cross a river made of anguish? When from the murk, they'll strike their pose into my faith O' how they'll sink and force their teeth into my soul! I closed my eyes and let go
No envy to drown my voice -The cold mud of freedom's grandeur Judgement's been denied For I stand on the other side
O' I feel it calling home! O' I hear it sound its horn! O' I feel it!