Native Tribute

Words tell us how to feel,
Is that really what you claim?
Actions are thrown out and ignored.
The good ones tend to go.

What if all the roads were drenched in scarlet letters?
Doesn't that mean we're all lost?
I can't bear the thought of losing what I pretend to hate again.
This heart doesn't know what it wants.

Settle yourselves at half past 3 AM after you tuck your kids to bed.
Don't you dare show weakness because then they have to live with that.
Your heart slaughters all who come into contact.
Bad habits are hard to break when you grow up.
"Cut it out, cut it out."
Do you hear that?
"Cut it out, cut it out."
Cut out this fear!

Hugs are used to fake it,
Is that really what you think?
Smiles say what you don't know.
The bad begins to show.

What if all my fears were flooding with specs of doubt?
Doesn't that mean I'm the only coward?
I can't bear the thought of showing who or what I am to this shallow hall.
This girl won't be afraid.

Settle yourselves at half past 3 AM after you tuck your kids to bed.
Don't you dare show weakness because then they have to live with that.
Your heart slaughters all who come into contact.
Bad habits are hard to break when you grow up.
"Cut it out, cut it out."
Do you hear that?
"Cut it out, cut it out."
Cut out this fear!

These hands have battled wars.
These feet have lost their balance more than once.
This path was meant for chaos.
This voice, for echoing, echoing echoes along.

I smell the empty shells on the court yard,
All hallow with shame.
And I hear the slamming of eyes.
I've not heard hearts stop until now.

Settle yourselves at half past 3 AM after you tuck your kids to bed.
Don't you dare show weakness because then they have to live with that.
Your heart slaughters all who come into contact.
Bad habits are hard to break when you grow up.
"Cut it out, cut it out."
Do you hear that?
"Cut it out, cut it out."
Cut out this fear!