We stare down and hold the reigns of regret We seem to hold our hearts outside of our chests ? Children, deeply ashamed we're Led astray by hot tempered parents Could it have been the storybook life we led We should have been out enjoying the simple life everyday They had to impart their ways The butcher keeps his knives all sharp and clean He ties his hair back, off of me The butcher's hands are strong and, feel like clay He drives his blade down ? We run But could not hide away saving face Beaten down we dare not open our mouths again We'd just rather be silent ? All these feelings burn out like a flame Leaves a sense of blame They had to impart their ways The butcher keeps his knives all sharp and clean He ties his hair back, off of me The butcher's hands are strong and, feel like clay He drives his blade down All for the better of the day Come back I should take all of this in a different light Befor the ignorance and doubt Your mouth spits out flies like Water from fountains Sick of?? With your brutal resentment ? Away We cannot just hide Anymore We're not ? The butcher keeps his knives all sharp and clean He ties his hair back, off of me The butcher's hands are strong and, feel like clay He drives his blade down All for the better of the day All for the better of the day