That's why this sounds kind of funny
And God of Sunday school facades
And carve X's in his eyes
When I hold up his head and carve X's in his eyes
(Change)
Falls to his knees
(We will say it all means nothing)
When I hold up his head and carve X's in his eyes
Dulls the softest of knives
I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life
I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life
And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting
In the mouth answers the questions of exposure
Until every knuckle breaks
With his hand on his throat
A mangled body twitching
To serve and protect my fist over fist
Because I am the prison guard
And regaining consciousness and closure
Falls to his knees
If I forget why I'm here
While he begs you to please
And punch your grimaced face
I swear I have compassion
(Spare his life)
And pay cheques to validate the time I served abroad
Attempting composure before a bullet
I swear I have compassion
While I explain the hardest of bodies
Mind under matter career
Oh, all of this ask for change
When he falls to his knees
(With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please)
(When he falls to his knees)
