When your best is the bottom
When you’ve breathed in a world so cold
In your back you’ll know when you’ve lost all control
And the bottle gets old

Can't you see the wolves inside your head
Telling you you’d better off yourself
I’ve cheated my own death, you’re threatening
To cancel the king?
Come on

When you gasp for the gospel
When you breathe every word you’re told
When you choke alone
'Cause you’ve gave up your throne when you swallowed their bones

Can't you see the wolves inside your head
Telling you: You’d better off yourself
I’ve cheated my own death, you’re threatening
To cancel the king?