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