Elwood Lyrics

Holding the devil's hand won't keep you from being burned

And pissing into (wet) concrete won't set my disdain into stone

Bring forth the parade of cowards and turncoats

Each one wearing the hide of the one to their left

Scavengers alike

Vultures waiting at my knees for table scraps

While cooing like infants

There's acid in everything I say

And Steel plate mail around my heart to keep the lone wolves at bay

Be trusting

Just remember those close enough to trust

Are close enough to stick a knife in your back

Every time I try to speak, even if it's to make peace

I find fists shoved down my throat ripping away at my livelihood

Every time I try to relate

I ask for a Capricorn, I get her head on a plate

I don't mean to be such a cutthroat

But in my experience a friend for a while becomes a villain with a smile

Sometimes there's just no going back

You bed down with vipers, you get yourself... dead?

I'm setting fire to every bridge, just to see who burns

I've got so many fingers digging in my skin

Like an army of fire ants

You can pull and you can pry

But you just can't dislocate my spine

The moment you think I'm in the palm of your hand I become a sliver in your wrist

Bring forth the parade of lapdogs of cowards

Marionettes with knives for fists

Ragdolls fill the city streets

Loosening hems to corrupt a world view

You can't see every puppet's strings

But you can always cut your ties

So cut

The six in blade of trust left me

Embittered, not broken

With bloody wrists, broken hearts

And nothing left to bleed

Friendship crumbles, love falls on crippled wings

And trust is the knife in my back