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

Because 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

Because the nail that sticks up gets hammered down

Stand your ground

No one is a prophet in their hometown

Never look down

Oh

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