| My mother told me to stop talking about killing
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| So I promised that I’d give her a song
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| But it won’t be long cause I ain’t got long cause I’ve done wrong
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| And I feel as if I’m barely hanging on
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| If you feel like I do and there’s hollowness inside you
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| And you just can’t seem to get things right
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| Your skins too tight and it keeps you up at night
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| Then wrap your fists around the handle of a knife
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| And recite
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| If you love me carve my name in your skin
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| And you’ll never be alone again
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| Fight
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| I haven’t written since they locked me in a cage
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| I was forced to remember it all
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| But I won’t be writing not tonite we will be fighting
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| And I’ll be standing right here beside you all
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| I want you to know there’s no day I don’t think of you
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| And your faces and our places and your names
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| And how were not like them we won’t pretend and we don’t change
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| And we will never ever be the same
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| So again
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| The sky made a face I never seen it make today
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| And I wished that I weren’t living this way
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| And god knows I try know there are days I don’t pray
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| But till they lay me down in the ground and I fade away
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| We will fight |