Tomahawk (D.O.D. Version)

I saw you coming Never imagined the gifts you would bring Ignoring instinct Trusting in goodness What a stupid thing Hands in the air pledging to never again Lower my gaze. Trust in the virtue of men Diligence pays dividends in the end So I'm payin' dues making my stone and wood spin I can't erase mistakes of my past But I can amend I'll never see the sight of you breaking But I'll make you bend Hands in the air pledging to never again Lower my gaze. Trust in the virtue of men Diligence pays dividends in the end So I'm payin' dues throwin' my stone and wood I am the blowing wind The dirt beneath your feet I am the driving rain I am the searing heat There's nowhere you can hide No place that I can't find I'm on a quest to repossess my pride You must pay the toll To liberate my soul I am the hidden whisper The shadow on the wall I am the ghost assassin dancing in your hall My fury is controlled Like warriors of old My only charge to watch you fold You must pay the toll To liberate my soul And you must see the blood is on your hands So I won't stop until you understand Blood on the dirt Gives life to earth Tell me how much blood is this dirt worth Hands in the air pledging to never again Lower my gaze. Trust in the virtue of men Diligence pays dividends in the end So I'm payin' dues throwing my tomahawk