Lyrics Bloodletter - August Burns Red

You have, you have picked the wrong mark
You tried, you tried to pull an inside job
You're a thief of a different kind
One who preys on those fighting to stay alive
Pull your hand back, or lose the sense of touch
Remove it at the stump
Pay homage to medieval times
We won't fall in line
You couldn't hack it convincing others that you would back them
(This isn't the real world)
If It was you'd be chewed up
You'd be spit out and left with fractures
This bridge is burned
Kicked us when we were down
You stole everything we had to show for
(Your purpose is pointless)
We need, we need to both move on
Where do we draw the line between helpful and hurtful?
We'll come home with nothing so you think you are something
This process has made us stable, more capable
Even though you always cut us down,
We're here to say we're proud of what we've become
It's time to bury the hatchet
We won't bury it in your back
We're not like you
We won't bury it in your back
We're not like you
We won't bury it in your back