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