If iron sharpens iron Then mine can cut Through anything because My blade's been struck I've battle horrors Carved scars of mistrust Sharpening the iron from covering with blood and rust Look in the mirror, I see their faces The living dead on the back of me I carry them with pride and pain The ones we lost, please set them free When we were kids Young and pissed Solving everything with fists We'd always dreamed Of what we'd be When we were old enough to see the Whole world But you would never make it Out of being seventeen Cause one day you were here The next day you were gone Leaving all of us left to carry on Heavy pain weighed us down We always thought you'd stick around I'm still sharpening my iron Your cards were dealt You handled well But you couldn't protect yourself From all the harm To your broken heart And no one else Knew where to start The gun you held To your head As you remembered what she said Took away All your pain In a trade That gave it back to us all Your hearts were lost to grief Endless pain and suffering Everything that is left for me Keeps the iron sharp Cause one day death comes for us We get the scythe and we turn to dust Until then, I will keep my blade from covering with rust Look in the mirror, I see their faces The living dead on the back of me I carry them with pride and pain The ones we lost, please set them free We never planned to make it out of our youth alive Die young is what we've said but we grew old insteadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
