In times of torment, cries and wide eyes in sleepless nights, we fight with not our red fists, but with our white minds
The days felt dark like one without a sun where you'd see nobody except a man with a gun you are stunned from head to toe, numb having no where to go no where to run
The whip kissed her skin like the lover of her dreams Porcelain skin left red from the touch A lovelier beauty no one has ever seen So innocent, yet likes it so rough Cold steel around her wrist, pull her back to give her neck a kiss I will guide her, and show her the way Wither it be with my palm or with my fist
those fists of his are strong enough to protect me and hold me tight from the world yet his arms are so gentle; he can carry me to a sweet dream like I'm home
READ BETWEEN THE LINES THERE'S SO MUCH MORE TO LIFE THAN THIS OPEN UP YOUR EYES SEE THE COLORS THAT DON'T EXIST
IF YOU CAN MAKE A FIST THEN YOU CAN FIGHT DEATH WITH APPLAUSE & YOU KNOW ITS RIGHT CLOUDS FILL THE AIR & I'M LOSING SITE OF WHATS REALLY REAL & WHATS WRONG OR RIGHT
BROKEN TELEVISION WITH MY REFLECTION ON THE SCREEN CLEANSE YOUR INNER VISION FILL THE SPACES IN BETWEEN
EXPAND REALITY THEY BLIND FOLD YOU SO YOU CANT SEE ITS SUCH HYPOCRISY THEY PUSH IT ALL ON YOU AND ME
IF YOU CAN MAKE A FIST THEN YOU CAN FIGHT DEATH WITH APPLAUSE & YOU KNOW ITS RIGHT CLOUDS FILL THE AIR & I'M LOSING SITE OF WHATS REALLY REAL & WHATS WRONG OR RIGHT
Ode to the belt And how nice it never felt Ode to the fist That knew just how to make my stomach twist Ode to the bruises Which left no excuses Ode to my jaw For that punch it never quite saw Ode to my ears All those nights when I could hear my brothers' tears Ode to my dad And every time he's ever gotten mad Ode to the world And every obstacle its hurled Ode to ode And how well it never quite bode
Punching a wall Not the best decision to make Yet here we are with fate Consequences for trust Anger is a must Not going to cry Simply let out a sigh I knew the risk I played the cards I made a fist Because tears don’t solve anything They just sting I'm angry with myself For being a fool So I’ll put my emotion on a shelf Forget that they are there Simply to prepare For my new rule Don’t let anyone in Open a bottle of gin Forget the world around And please don’t make a sound Then maybe they’ll forget us too Just let me slip through the cracks Because I can’t face the facts Of everyone who could hurt me I never imagined you I trusted And my heart got busted But at least it’s mine You can’t have a single piece Because I’m fine I never signed that lease
You kiss me every evening when you come home from your job You throw me on the couch And prop yourself up top first cheek, then nose, right eyelid, left eyelid, neck, chest, stomach, and finally my lips. You kiss me every evening with your cold rock fist.
My hand is more comfortable as a fist on someones jaw than intertwined in somebody else's hand My body trembles from the sound of your voice drifting to me, but is stone cold from the sounds and blasts from gunfire. My mind tells me that I have a higher chance of getting wounded from love than I do from a battlefield.
