Picking At Bones

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