They buried many bodies
some of them alive. They never
buried the hatchet yet, they say
they never had a chance. They
didn't even try.
It's much easier with bodies,
even if they still move,
it's much easier. One hour, maybe two.
And job done.
Hatchet? - they say - Oh man, it takes time!
It's pain in the ass! We won't do it, no,
at least not now. We're busy, too busy
to give it a try.
Let's bury those fucking bodies first,
and then, in the meantime,
before new shit arrives,
we can try. We can't promise anything,
but we can try to try.
Is that fine?!
You tell me another story.
But I gathered some facts.
Lame excuses' it's a lowry,
I'm so fed up of your acts.
Getting the tinnitus because I'm lovelorn,
So tired of locking yours with my horn,
Are you dead tired of fighting too?
Did you not know this already too?
Gaining what out of the fight you are,
Only we can be the best possible friends.
Come descend back home,
A helpless heart awaits you,
Another ceasefire beckons,
Come let's bury the hatchet.
.....before you hurt someone else
With the sharpness of. Anger.
Wash your hands clean of
The past we were given
So that you may hold present day,
Not stained by the rust
Of a saddened heart.
My brother, you are my best friend.
You know my dark is the same as yours.
We carry the memories of
A tainted childhood.
My brother..... Let go.
Some things are better not said
We cannot change them now.
Nothing they could ever say
Could take IT away.
If it's validation, here this,
"My brother, we've survived!"
Look at you. So strong,
And this life made you this way...
Not broken, not ruined, unafraid.
This weight that you carry
Must be. So. Very. Heavy.
I am willing to bury the hatchet
even if it's in my chest
but let's not walk forward under false pretense
you said for both of us it's best
but we are both falling apart
you with a smile on your face
and I, with an axe in my heart