Protest The Hero - Bury the Hatchet lyrics

[Protest The Hero - Bury the Hatchet lyrics]

Well place your justice in my palm
And then I'll make a fist
And punch your grimaced face
Until every 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
(We will say 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 this 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)
Falls to his knees
(when he falls to his knees)
Falls to his knees
(With his hand on his throat while
He begs you to please)

Oh all of this ask for change (change)
While I explain the hardest of bodies
Dulls the softest of knives

When I hold up his head and
Carve X's in his eyes
When I hold up his head and
Carve X's in his eyes
And carve X's in his eyes

I swear I have compassion
I've just been trained to
Disregard the prisoner's life
Because I am the prison guard

I swear I have compassion
I've just been trained to
Disregard the prisoner's life
Because I am the prison guard

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