Black Throttle

They’re laughing at dust while I’m forming the brick,

The clock on their relevance running out quick.

Keep your opinions, your filters,

your trends, I’m starting the fire where your circle ends. (yeah)

Don't tell 'em the price of the crown,

Don't show 'em the maps of the town.

Let 'em walk in the dark till they trip on the throne,

I’m carving the future alone. (alone)