I called you my brothers
I called you my friends
before I laid me down
Your bodies swam in circles
your nets they came up dry
every time
we were meant to need each other
you can call me your own
even when your soul feels dry
still they cut your throats
still they break your bones
still they burned your thrones
but they did it to me first
they did it to me first
they'll go and do their worst
and still they cut your throats
still they break your bones
still they burned your thrones
but they did it to me first
they did it to me first
they'll go and do their worst
and still they cut your throats