Brush off the dust
Get on your feet
Is what we all scream

You’re on the ground
Coughing up blood
Holding your heart in your hands

Take this knife
Carve up your chest
And push it back inside

Seal you up
Dragged off the ground
Out of this pool of crimson

It’s not the first time
And it getting worse
We can’t lift you off your knees

You do this yourself
We can’t help you see
What she is putting you through

Open your eyes
Take this hand
It’s time to take a stand