Protective Posture

I'll be the blade sliding down your throat
I'll be the knot in your hanging rope
I'll be the steel toe kicking in your ribs
I'll be the last one you ever gonna fuck with
How does it feel to be so small?
How does it feel to walk away from it all?
How does it feel
When your words mean nothing at all?

The true face of a coward is the back of his head
The true face of a coward is the back of his head

Every time you speak, it's never useful
You spent a life on the fence, you're always neutral
Weak hearted, a shape-shifter
Nowhere all the time, a natural-born quitter
Can't hack-it, bullshitter
The last to show up, the first to surrender
You stand for nothing, you only stand in the way

Of making progress or anything resembling a change
Sit on your hands, face away
Put your nose in the corner and start running away
You don't run shit, you only run back
On a treadmill going nowhere real fast
You'll turn on a dime, you play both sides
But you've been found out trying to toe the line

So, give 'em more rope
I'll watch you hang and choke
You never wanted justice
You only wanted hope
You are of no service
You are of no use
You have no purpose
There is no truce

The true face of a coward (the true face of a coward)
Is the back of his head
The true face of a coward (the true face of a coward)
Is the back of his head