Don't hold my hand, don't tap my veins I'm feeding you with you're desperate spoon I'm blinded to the outside world We're trapped inside your rotting womb High upon your pedestal Caught up in your own self greed Where the heart is black, it's a thousand deaths It's all about what you're gonna need I don't want your greed I don't need your greed Don't hold me back, don't hold me down What goes around always comes around You're derogation keeps you up The blood red caught a drench, apparent brown Everything that was black and white had faded to gray You have the whole world in your hands King of the hill, you we're playing god But now there's been a slight change of plans High upon your pedestal Caught up in your own self greed Where the heart is black, it's a thousand deaths It's all about what you're gonna need You're playing god Stop playing god