Bury The Hatchet lyrics
Artist | Protest The Hero |
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Album(s) | Kezia |
Lyrics
Place your justice in my palm and then I'll make fist
Punch your grimaced face until every last knuckle breaks
And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting
A mangled body twitching and regaining consciousness and closure
Attempting composure before a bullet in the mouth answers the questions of exposure
And god of sunday school façades and paycheques to validate the time I served abroad
It all means nothing if I forget why I'm here
To serve and protect my fist over fist mind under matter career
That's why a man sounds kind of funny when he falls to his knees
With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please spare his life
While I explain the hardest of bodies dulls the softest of knives
Then I hold up his chin and carve x's in his eyes
I swear I have compassion I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life
'Cause I am the prison guard
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