Picking At Bones - Otherwise

Pot calls the kettle black

Like an empty gun rack

Your words versus my pen, my sword

Call a spade a spade

Live and die by my own blade

No more shackles, no more chains

Cleanse myself in the acid rain

Fly my flag no matter what you say

From my cold dead hand, drag my corpse away

To the promised land, to a dark new day

Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way

I’ll go my own way

My life’s my own

My fate’s unknown

Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way

I’ll do it my way

Ain’t no one ever gonna tell me no

Famine or feast, I’m picking at bones

Picking at bones

In the shadows

Of your darkest days

Have heart in the eye of the hurricane

In the shadows

Of your darkest days

Have heart in the eye of the hurricane

Rage is a gift if ya use it right

To lift up the broken, to hear their plight

So what will it take, to die with a smile on your face?

To find happiness across time and space?

To live honestly, to leave a legacy

Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way

I’ll go my own way

My life’s my own

My fate’s unknown

Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way

I’ll do it my way

Ain’t no one ever gonna tell me no

Famine or feast, I’m picking at bones

Picking at bones

In the shadows

Of your darkest days

Have heart in the eye of the hurricane

In the shadows

Of your darkest days

Have heart in the eye of the hurricane

I’m picking at

I’m picking at bones

I’m picking at

I’m picking at bones

In the shadows

Of your darkest days

Have heart in the eye of the hurricane

In the shadows

Of your darkest days

Have heart in the eye of the hurricane

Picking at bones

Bones