Backbiter Lyrics

With your fingers down my throat
Pulling out all the words that were never spoken
Tearing up my insides
A scapegoat for the uninspired
Fists of stone with the weight of a feather
Unoriginal and not so clever
Unable to look back
Afraid of the fear
The secrets are fast
Your thoughts on a spear

Eager for blood
Back handed yet kind
Misplaced aggression that turns on a dime
So you built your box on the backs of real pain
Of real fear
Of real blood
So sorry and vain
The ego is virtuous but the sword is sharp
Be careful the advocate, the ally, the friend

With blood in the air
They won't see the end
The mother of predators
Will eat her own
Remember the spiders, the rabbits, the wasps.
Remember the battles, remember the cost
I wonder if cannibals care for the weather
With fists of stone, with the weight of a feather

With your fingers down my throat
No secrets left to spill
Twisted my guts
Twisted my words
You left a mess and you walked away
No accountability for the vain
Unoriginal and not so clever
Unable to look back, afraid of the fear. The secrets are fast. Your thoughts on a spear.

The mother of predators will eat her own
Remember the cost
Remember the pain
So sorry and vain
So you built your box on the backs of real pain
Of real fear
Of real blood
So sorry and vain.