Bloodletter

You have, you have picked the wrong mark You tried, you tried to pull an inside job You're a thief Of a different kind One who preys On those fighting to stay alive Pull your hand back Or lose the sense of touch Remove it at the stump Pay homage to Medieval times We won't fall in line You couldn't hack it Convincing others That you would back them This isn't the real world If it was You'd be chewed up Spit out And left with fractures This bridge is burned Kicked us, kicked us when we were down You stole everything we had to show for Your purpose is pointless We need, we need to both move on Where do we draw the line Between helpful and hurtful? We'll come home with nothing So you think you are something This process has made us stable, more capable Even though you always cut us down We're here to say we're proud of what we've become It's time to bury the hatchet We won't bury it in your back We're not like you We won't bury it in your back We're not like you We won't bury it in your back --- Bloodletter - August Burns Red