They say you pick everything you find
 I guess what they say is [bad word] 

 Now all my roses have fallen behind
 I'm left with bloody thorns from you

 Lust is easy love is hard
 You flatter those you scarcely know
 You please the fleeting guest
 And deal out thoughtless blows
 To the one who loves you the most

 I take you up the mountain
 You take my heart and push me to the ground
 I give you all my power
 You give me nothing but your broken crown
 I teach your pain how to sing
 You teach me why I leave what I have found
 I take you up the mountain
 You take my heart and push me to the . . .

 You shed a little light and then you cave in on me
 The villain begs the hero to choose

 From the dust and dogs of empty days
 The silence whistles memories of you

 Oh [bad word] lover quickly go
 Scrape the surface you're a skipping stone
 And when you disappear I'm better off with tears
 Than knowing I was always alone

 I take you up the mountain
 You take my heart and push me to the ground
 I give you all my power
 You give me nothing but your broken crown
 I teach your pain how to sing
 You teach me why I leave what I have found
 I take you up the mountain
 You take my heart and push me to the . . .

 You push me to the ground
 Push me to the . . .
 Push me to the ground
 Push me to the . . .

 I take you up the mountain
 You take my heart and push me to the ground
 I give you all my power
 You give me nothing but your broken crown
 I teach your pain how to sing
 You teach me why I leave what I have found
 I take you up the mountain
 You take my heart and push me to the . . .

 Push me to the . . .
 Push me to the ground