Cut to the Core (Acoustic)

Cry for help or cry to war

Heard it all before

Look me in the eye

I’ll tell you how I feel

Don’t sit down

I’d rather that you kneel

Force of my words cuts you down

Still standing up, just smaller now

Cut to the core, the truth hurts

Falling short and just bleeding words

Palms raised in self denial

No courtroom, but you’re on trial

Look me in the eye

I’ll tell you how I feel

Don’t sit down

I’d rather that you kneel

Force of my words cuts you down

Still standing up, just smaller now

Cut to the core, the truth hurts

Falling short and just bleeding words