Help the poor living

Cut my name

In the meat of the moment

Every scar

A scripture in rust

Bite the chain

’til the teeth start cracking

I shape the hurt

’til it sharpens my trust

I turn the pain into a blade

Hammered in the marrow

Burning in the vein

I wear the wound like warpaint on my face

Every break

Every break

Is a tool in my hand

Is a tool in my hand (yeah)

Crush my ribs

’til the cage starts singing

Drag that grief

Like a plow through stone

Twist the fear

Into black wire bindings

Build my throne

From the bones of the unknown

I turn the pain into a blade

Hammered in the marrow

Burning in the vein

I wear the wound like warpaint on my face

Every break

Every break

Is a tool in my hand

Is a tool in my hand

Bleed it out

Let the torment talk

Carve it in

Every shattered thought

Kneel to ash

Then rise

Unmade

I am the hand

That wields the flayed

I turn the pain into a blade

Hammered in the marrow

Burning in the vein

I wear the wound like warpaint on my face

Every break

Every break

Is a tool in my hand

Is a tool in my hand (tool in my hand)