Trauma held my hand in the fire
I won't play dead for you
Trauma held my hand in the fire
But my eyes can't burn through
(This heart of stone, buried under broken bones)
Have I not made myself clear
Does this line of fire have a clue of what I'm about to do?
Help holds little faith once this place sets off
There will be nothing left to rescue
I'll give you reason to keep quiet
A gun in your mouth talks quick to shut you up
No need for a clean getaway
This will end in a bloody mess
Hold your fire
My hostage will not confess with what I've done
You want me? Come get me
I'm not coming out alive
This heart of stone, buried under broken bones