muscle memory
armored saint
i read the news every day or i try
switch back and forth between
people lift me up or drop me
but still i want to believe in them
my clan comes number one in the fight
we brought souls in this world
though my moods they swing like a pendulum
they know where my heart comes from
like our dear departed friend andy told me
it's only water off a ducks
face it like a man face it like a wimp
but either way you're facing it
burying your hero underneath
yes the ride is short but your
is what i use to carry me
ain't no way i worry 'bout a thing
then put my feet down and go
i want music to bring me down to my knees
make me sob like an infant make me angry
rip me to shreds clue me back up
things that matter i can afford
get my shit together and get onboard
burying your head underneath the sand
is succumbing to the words i can't
ok the ride may stall but your legacy
is what i use to carry me
ain't no way i worry 'bout anything
i reference stuff i learn
disfigurement i've earned
and i wear it like a badge of honor
yeah it's the bane of my existence
to pass the torch in a world of nonsense
so many nights i've toiled over this
crotchety young man make it count
i make my own news out on the fly
do much more than i need to get by
or at least have a net there
burying your hero in your hands
looks like a deserted plan
with temptations to abort
you still sound off the bugle call
is what i use to carry me
ain't no way i worry 'bout anything
then put me feet down and go