Pushed aside every-time
smearing ink, and clashing arms
this place ain't made for kin like us
been paved out for the right hand man
Break all my knuckles until they bleed
they swear they'll cast the demons out of these hands
break all my bones, what good will it do
I'll never break, we'll always be wrong.
they'll try to make you the same for them
forget all what you know
they'll tie your sinister hand down and make you figure it out
break all my knuckles until they bleed
they swear they'll cast the demons out of these hands
break all my bones, what good will it do
i'll never break, we'll always be wrong.