Bonez Songtext
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What am I supposed to be?
Some kind of man, made of steel?
Like those autumn leaves you fall
From off your trees your lives are reaped
Hope is such an old cliche? stampeded by our runaways
Damn those words they're used to say
Freedom and justice, so God damn empty
Bones, bones, bones
All around me, and I'm screaming
Some kind of man, made of steel?
Like those autumn leaves you fall
From off your trees your lives are reaped
Hope is such an old cliche? stampeded by our runaways
Damn those words they're used to say
Freedom and justice, so God damn empty
Bones, bones, bones
All around me, and I'm screaming
And I'm bleeding
Growing old so soon, so fast
Children morph into glass.
Prisoners in our own cells,
We keep the keys beside our deeds
Gazing tombstones turn to me
And force their essence into me
We should all laugh at this trap
Because people still use words like freedom and justice
Don't you lock yourself up and then complain,
About those wings that were taken away,
Don't you dare look at me in that damn cold way,
Take my grace and shove it in your face.
Growing old so soon, so fast
Children morph into glass.
Prisoners in our own cells,
We keep the keys beside our deeds
Gazing tombstones turn to me
And force their essence into me
We should all laugh at this trap
Because people still use words like freedom and justice
Don't you lock yourself up and then complain,
About those wings that were taken away,
Don't you dare look at me in that damn cold way,
Take my grace and shove it in your face.
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