Flat of the Blade

I'm not good in a crowd I've got skills I can't speak of Things I've seen will chase me to the grave I'm not good in a crowd I've got skills I can't speak of over there Things that I've seen will chase me to the grave Led with your hands tied, fed to the sand flies Stumble the dunes, complain to the moon Backs to the wheel, there's granite to shove Take it, they give it, so rivet for rivet I will build for my family a bulletproof roof How does it feel, the weight of the steel The weight of the steel of the flat of the blade How does it feel to kneel at the feet To kneel at the feet of the choices you've made I'm not good in a crowd I've got skills I can't speak of Things I've seen will chase me to the grave Backs to the wheel, there's granite to shove Take it, they give it, and rivet for rivet I will build for my family a bulletproof roof