Bread from My Bones

Won't you stop baking bread from my bones
Won't you stop baking bread from my bones
Please don't dress me up in borrowed robes
Stop baking bread from my bones

Won't you stop stabbing me with your tongue
Won't you stop stabbing me with your tongue
Don't you wait for the day your mouth comes undone
Stop stabbing me with your tongue

Please don't shoot yourself in the foot
Please don't shoot yourself in the foot
All your anger has made you hard-put
Please don't shoot yourself in the foot

The Accuser is silenced
When you forget yourself
Now is the time and the time will come

Don't hang your hat on hopelessness
Don't hang your hat on hopelessness
There's beauty in the lines of brokenness
Don't hang your hat on hopelessness

Why don't you believe that you'll survive
Why don't you believe that you'll survive
Our scars, they tell of fully-lived lives
So why don't you believe that you'll survive

Now is the time, and the time will come
When we are dancing with dead men
Now is the time, and the time will come
When this food readies us for our death



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Blair
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