ARTISTA: THRICE
ALBUM: MAJOR/MINOR (2011)
TEMA: YELLOW BELLY
You were built for blessing,
But you only make them bleed,
You don’t care, you don’t care
And bruises are but shadows
Of the blackness that you breed,
But you don’t care, you don’t care
The light that's left inside their eyes
is darkened day by day
But you don’t care, you don’t care
Your presence pulls the color
From the world til all is grey
But you don’t care, you don’t, you don’t, you don’t.
You're less than half a man
Yellow belly and crimson hands
You’re the ones that reap your reckoning,
Maybe then you’ll understand
Hands are made to comfort
But they only conjure fear
But you don’t care, you don’t care
She’s in the closet, praying “Lord, please get me out of here”
You don’t care, you don’t you don’t you don’t
You're less than half a man
Yellow belly and crimson hands
You’re the ones that reap your reckoning,
Maybe then you’ll understand
What mercy have they known,
From you, from you
To ask that I be shown,
To you, to you
What mercy have they known,
From you, from you
To ask that I be shown,
To you, to you
