You have picked the wrong mark
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 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
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lyrics for Bloodletter, the 8th song of the 11 recorded for the album Guardians, with a total running time of 49:22, by August Burns Red. It was released on April 3, 2020 via , and produced by .
