I built these rooms
To fight the devil
We won't
I've been choked
I felt the weight of a thousand times
To end this *
We're going for the dead
More
I built these walls To hold the family Of the broken bones
Without any thanks We couldn't stay
We picked this back up With the tears that we'd
I know it's hard I know the pain
But the ones you love Can't get down the streets
We are the broken broken And we refuse to be like you
We are the
ones who
Are bruised and
broken And we refuse to be like you
I've been to rights I've been shot by the state This trunk
is full of hate I've been to the blood for days I'm all
blood It's just not just on me It's just not just on me
I want to be some dead I want to bliss some dead I want to bliss this
This Bliss some dead I want to bliss the dead I want to bliss this
We are the bullshit broken,
and we refuse to be like you.
We are the bullshit broken,
and we refuse to be like you.
We are the ones who are bullshit broken,
and we refuse to
be like you.
The skies they burn when it rains on that *.
We are the bullshit broken,
and we refuse to be like you.