Why bash the front of it and hurt your hands?

Shouldn't we talk instead

If violence begs you, then understand I volunteer my head

I'm not afraid of it

You're not okay

I'll take the worst of it

Chew at the blade

Get out in front of it

Here's looking up

Pick up the pieces

Spit out the pulp

Out of your canyons come butterflies floating in broken flight

Tell them they're angels, tell them they're fine

A swollen lullaby

I'm not afraid of it

You're not okay

I'll take the worst of it

Chew at the blade

Get out in front of it

Here's looking up

Pick up the pieces

Spit out the pulp

I'm not afraid of it

You're not okay

I'll take the worst of it

Chew at the blade

Get out in front of it

Here's looking up

Pick up the pieces

Spit out the pulp