Protest the Hero - Bury the Hatchet Lyrics

Protest the Hero Kezia cover art
Credits
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: Arif Mirabodlbaghi, Lucas Hoskin, Morgan Carlson, Rody Walker, Tim Millar
release date: 2005-8-30
popularity : 99 users have visited this page.
genres: Rock
styles: Math Rock/Heavy Metal/Metalcore
length: 3:24
Lyrics
Place your justice in my palm and then I'll make fist
Punch your grimaced face until every last knuckle breaks
And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting
A mangled body twitching and regaining consciousness and closure
Attempting composure before a bullet in the mouth answers the questions of exposure
And God of Sunday School fa├žades and paycheques to validate the time I served abroad
It all means nothing if I forget why I'm here
To serve and protect my fist over fist mind under matter career
That's why a man sounds kind of funny when he falls to his knees
With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please spare his life
While I explain the hardest of bodies dulls the softest of knives
Then I hold up his chin and carve X's in his eyes
I swear I have compassion I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life
Because I am the prison guard



Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 No Stars Over Bethlehem
  • 2 Heretics & Killers
  • 3 Divinity Within
  • 4 Bury the Hatchet
  • 5 Nautical
  • 6 Blindfolds Aside
  • 7 She Who Mars the Skin of Gods
  • 8 Turn Soonest to the Sea
  • 9 The Divine Suicide of K.
  • 10 A Plateful of Our Dead

  • Album Information
    label: Underground Operations
    country(area): Canada
    format: CD
    script: Latin