Thrice - Yellow Belly (Major/Minor) lyrics
[Thrice - Yellow Belly Major/Minor lyrics]
You were built for blessing but
You only make them bleed
But, you don't care, you don't care
And bruises are but shadows of
The blackness that you breathe
But, you don't care, you don't care
The light that's left inside their eyes
Is darkened day by day
But, you don't care, you don't care
Your presence pulls the color from the
World 'till all is grey
But, you don't care, you don't, you don't
You don't
You are less than half a man
Yellow belly and crimson hands
You will one day reap your reckoning
Maybe then you'll understand
Your hands are made to comfort
But they only conjure fear
But, you don't care, you don't care
She's in the closet praying, "Lord please
Get me out of here"
You don't care, you don't, you don't
You don't
You are less than half a man
Yellow belly and crimson hands
You will one day reap your reckoning
Maybe then you'll understand
You are less than half a man
Yellow belly and crimson hands
You will one day reap your reckoning
Maybe then you'll understand
What mercy have they known, from you
From you?
To ask that it be shown, to you, to you?
What mercy have they known, from you
From you?
To ask that it be shown, to you, to you?
You only make them bleed
But, you don't care, you don't care
And bruises are but shadows of
The blackness that you breathe
But, you don't care, you don't care
The light that's left inside their eyes
Is darkened day by day
But, you don't care, you don't care
Your presence pulls the color from the
World 'till all is grey
But, you don't care, you don't, you don't
You don't
You are less than half a man
Yellow belly and crimson hands
You will one day reap your reckoning
Maybe then you'll understand
Your hands are made to comfort
But they only conjure fear
But, you don't care, you don't care
She's in the closet praying, "Lord please
Get me out of here"
You don't care, you don't, you don't
You don't
You are less than half a man
Yellow belly and crimson hands
You will one day reap your reckoning
Maybe then you'll understand
You are less than half a man
Yellow belly and crimson hands
You will one day reap your reckoning
Maybe then you'll understand
What mercy have they known, from you
From you?
To ask that it be shown, to you, to you?
What mercy have they known, from you
From you?
To ask that it be shown, to you, to you?