Traded battle hymns for lullabies

Pull me from the ruins, I was waiting here to die

Kept me locked away inside your war

Thrown into the flames said I was destined to be more

I'm the weapon you wanted

The blood is on my hands

You should fear what you started

Now you gotta face it

Shape me and sharpen me into a blade

Make me a product of your violent taste

You should've known it was gonna end this way

When the master is taken out by his protégé

By his protégé

Carved a song of death into my bones

Called in all your favors just to find out you're alone

Careful where you step don't come too close

You know even the gardener is bloodied by the rose

I'm the weapon you wanted

The blood is on my hands

You should fear what you started

Now you gotta face it

Shape me and sharpen me into a blade

Make me a product of your violent taste

You should've known it was gonna end this way

When the master is taken out by his protégé

By his protégé

Now the garden's

All overgrown

Time to reap all

That you have sown

Now the dust

Is all that you'll all you'll know

Shape me and sharpen me into a blade

Make me a product of your violent taste

You should've known it was gonna end this way

When the master is taken out by his protégé

By his protégé

By his protégé

I'm not your protégé