Bloodletter

You have

You have picked the wrong mark

You tried

You tried to pull an inside job

You're a thief

Of a different kind

One who preys on those

Fighting to stay alive

Pull your hand back

Or lose the sense of touch

Remove it at the stump

Pay homage to Medieval times

We won't fall in line

You couldn't hack it

Convincing others

That you would back them

This isn't the real world

If It was

You'd be chewed up, spit out

And left with fractures

This bridge is burned

Kicked us

Kicked us when we were down

You stole

Everything we had to show for

Your purpose is pointless

We need

We need to both move on

Where do we draw the line

Between helpful and hurtful?

We'll come home with nothing

So you think you are something?

This process has made us stable, more capable

Even though you always cut us down

We're here to say we’re proud of what we've become

It's time to bury the hatchet

We won't bury it in your back

We're not like you

We won't bury it in your back

We're not like you

We won't bury it in your back