When your best is the bottom When you’ve breathed in a world so cold In your back you’ll know when you’ve lost all control And the bottle gets old Can't you see the wolves inside your head Telling you you’d better off yourself I’ve cheated my own death, you’re threatening To cancel the king? Come on When you gasp for the gospel When you breathe every word you’re told When you choke alone 'Cause you’ve gave up your throne when you swallowed their bones Can't you see the wolves inside your head Telling you: You’d better off yourself I’ve cheated my own death, you’re threatening To cancel the king?