I woke up today
To a world that's ground to dust, dirt and stone
I'm the king upon this withering throne [bad word] every forest, every mountain, every sea
Now there're [bad word] left [bad word] for me
And... you see, it beckons me;
Life turned its back on us
How could you just agree?
...how? I just don't see...

I woke up today
To a world devoid of forests and trees
Drained of every ocean, every sea
Just like a useless brick upon the shore
The morning after the storm
That swept the bridge away
Relentless tide
No anger
Just this relentless time
That calls us all on
But...

I'm never crossing that line
Leaving this world behind
I will stay on my own
On this bloodstained throne [bad word] [bad word] and wrecks
And the dust, dirt and stone [bad word] rage rod and rattling of bones

I am on my own
I am all alone
Everything is gone
Stuck forever here
Already cold

I'm never crossing that line
Leaving this world behind
I will stay on my own
On this bloodstained throne...

I'm never crossing that line
Leaving this world behind
I will stay on my own
On this bloodstained throne [bad word] [bad word] and wrecks
And the dirt and the dust and the stone
I'm [bad word] of rage rod [bad word] And the rattling of [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] [bad word]