Protest The Hero - Bury The Hatchet
Now 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 Facades And Paycheques To Validate The Time I Served Abroad
And They 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 A Man Sounds Kind Of Funny When He Falls To His Knees
With His Hands On His Throat While He Begs You To Please Spare His Life
????? Deranged.
While I Explain The Hardest Of Bodies Dulls The Softest Of Knives
Then I Hold Up His Head 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’m The Prison Guard
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