Lyrics
Six red seeds upon my tongue Sweeter than the girl I was Every one a door I opened No one pushed me through Roots grow thick where sunlight dies I walk them like a welcome path Cold air tastes like patience earned The dark below remembers my name I am not lost, I am not gone I chose the throne I sit upon Let them mourn the girl above I keep the seeds, I keep my crown No one else would make this trade They call it ruin, I call it mine I don't need them to understand I chose this dark, and won't look back Neither captive, nor fully free The line between the worlds is me Pity is a wasted prayer Better that they learn to fear I am not lost, I am not gone I chose the throne I sit upon Let them mourn the girl above I am the judge, I wear the crown My word the law, my justice final I chose this dark, I chose this crown (I chose this dark, I chose this crown) (I chose this dark, I chose this crown)