Broken Hands from Native Tongues by Ann Perkins

Silent sufferers, blood-thirsty wolves,
Drowning ourselves in hatred and thinking nothing of the cost.

'The world is cruel, so I'll destroy it'
This is how we live.
Survival of the fittest, but how will we die?

Watch your own back and bury the world.
We'll be the hell you pay and what you deserve.

Children of revenge, molded by self-preservation, pure hatred and desperation.

I don't wanna die on this road that I've chosen.
I don't wanna die here on my own.

This is the beginning of the separation,
The great divide splitting nation from nation.
Swinging their broken hands.
Swing 'em now.

I look you in the eyes
and I see something I never want to be.

Bury my head in the ground,
I can't stand to see what has become of me.

Disgusted, self-loathing and apathy.
Disgusted
No security now.

Let me see Your peace.
Take this hate filled heart and show me how it can be replaced.

• Metal
• Metalcore
• hardcore
• heavy
• Damascus