[Intro] – [spoken, almost whispered, over clean guitar]
They used to throw gold at my feet.
Coins. Rings. Teeth filled with metal.
They thought I'd stop.
They thought I could be bought.
[beat]
I let them believe that.
For centuries.
[Verse 1] – [shrieked, frantic, over blast beats]
No gold on my tongue
No silver in my spine
No prayer you can borrow
No god worth his wine
I've been a good ghost
I've been a polite curse
Now I'm just the thing
That makes the harvest worse
[Chorus] – [clean, chant-like, doubled female/male voices]
I don't want your pennies
I don't want your pleas
I don't want your father's ashes thrown into the breeze
I want the fence to splinter
I want the well to freeze
I want you to see me coming
And forget how to breathe
[Verse 2] – [shrieked, but with a folk fiddle dancing underneath]
You built your little churches
On the graves I left behind
You baptized all your children
In the water I can't find
But the river's learning new tricks
And so am I, my friend
Tonight I cross the running water
Tonight the river bends
[Chorus] – [repeat, but faster, more triumphant]
I don't want your pennies
I don't want your pleas
I don't want your mother's rosary thrown into the trees
I want the gate to buckle
I want the moon to bleed
I want you to hear my silence
And forget how to speak
[Bridge] – [music drops to just hurdy-gurdy and spoken word]
You ask me what I want?
[laughs, low and cold]
I want the furrow to remember my neck.
I want the barley to grow red.
I want every man who ever held a scythe to feel
the weight
of a spine
that swings back.
[Chorus] – [all voices, shrieked and clean together, chaos]
I don't want your PENNIES
I don't want your PLEAS
I don't want your SKY GOD WATCHING FROM THE TREES
I want the HORSE TO BOLT
I want the AXE TO GREED
I want you to know I'm COMING
AND I'VE NEVER BEEN FREE
[Outro] – [blast beats cut abruptly. Just water sounds. Then a low laugh.]
[spoken, barely audible]
Not free.
[pause]
But hungry.
[single hoof beat. Fade to silence.]
AsheTheHyena
