The face of a false prophet
Carved into my mother's spine
He's telling me this mountain was my birthright
He's telling me I'm a good little boy
For keeping my mouth shut

In the valley of the shadow of death
Is manifest destiny's glowing ground zero
I'm watching it shiver with moths
Like a hand about to strike

This is what fear looks like
When the question shifts from if to when
And are you even listening?

I taste blood on my tongue
I taste blood on my tongue
I taste blood on my tongue
I taste blood on my tongue

Time to clean my wounds in the river
Sending my body down