My body's been a grave for some time
I bury things just to dig and see what I find
They say that I'm slowly losing my mind
I think they're just jealous I left them behind
My mama said keep your wits in the sharp eye
And always clean the blood off your knife before it dries
That there's worth in the blood

There's worse things out here than dying alone
And most of them have their pockets lined with gold
Despite the rage and the pitchforks
I have never found
I'm better before all the sticks and stones that were thrown
I picked them up and built my house
How does it feel to look at me now?
I'm a late night and all you beg for is water
A perfect picture of an angry man's daughter
My favorite weapon rolls right off of my tongue
My words are bullets and my mouth's the loaded gun
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Not many things but you can't call me a coward
I aim to have that shaken in my last hour
Beauty's fleeting, you can keep it give me power
Besides a rose without its thorns, just a flower
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Despite the rage and the pitchforks
I have never felt better than before
All the sticks and stones that were thrown
I picked them up and built my house
How does it feel to look at me now?
Make sure the flames die on your torch
Before your fist comes and knocks on my door
All the sticks and stones that were thrown
I picked them up and built my house
How does it feel to look at me now?
I picked them up and built my house
How does it feel to look at me now?
I picked them up and built my house
How does it feel?