Tomahawk (D.O.D. Version)

I saw you coming
Never imagined the gifts you would bring
Ignoring instinct
Trusting in goodness
What a stupid thing

Hands in the air pledging to never again
Lower my gaze. Trust in the virtue of men
Diligence pays dividends in the end
So I'm payin' dues making my stone and wood spin

I can't erase mistakes of my past
But I can amend
I'll never see the sight of you breaking
But I'll make you bend

Hands in the air pledging to never again
Lower my gaze. Trust in the virtue of men
Diligence pays dividends in the end
So I'm payin' dues throwin' my stone and wood

I am the blowing wind
The dirt beneath your feet
I am the driving rain
I am the searing heat
There's nowhere you can hide
No place that I can't find
I'm on a quest to repossess my pride

You must pay the toll
To liberate my soul

I am the hidden whisper
The shadow on the wall
I am the ghost assassin dancing in your hall
My fury is controlled
Like warriors of old
My only charge to watch you fold

You must pay the toll
To liberate my soul
And you must see the blood is on your hands
So I won't stop until you understand

Blood on the dirt
Gives life to earth
Tell me how much blood is this dirt worth

Hands in the air pledging to never again
Lower my gaze. Trust in the virtue of men
Diligence pays dividends in the end
So I'm payin' dues throwing my tomahawk



Credits
Writer(s): Brent Allen Moore
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