Stick To Your Sword

I'm always pushed around
This slash won’t make a sound
My final bludgeon of the blade
Our revelations near
I'll cut you ear to ear
Like a pez dispenser left to bleed

Casted by hatred
Sharpened by struggle
Hardened by my strife
Carried through hard times

You risk it all just by crossing through my path
Your severed body giving me the final laugh
I'll slice your head off to protect the ones I love
I’ll paint the tungsten red and stain my leather gloves
No longеr pushed around
Nobody in this town is brave enough to spar with mе
I feel my run is near
I fight for justice dear
I swear I will not die in vain

Casted by hatred
Sharpened by struggle
Hardened by my strife
Carried through hard times

You risk it all just by crossing through my path
Your severed body giving me the final laugh
I'll slice your head off to protect the ones I love
I'll paint the tungsten red and stain my leather gloves

Stick to your sword
Stick to your sword
Stick to your sword
Stick to your sword