You were built for blessing but you only make them bleed
But you don't care, you don't care
And bruises are but shadows of the blackness
That you breathe 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
The presence pulls the color from the world til all is gray
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 will one day reap your reckoning, maybe then you'll understand
Your 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 will one day 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
To ask that I be shown, to you, to you

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Writer(s): DUSTIN MICHAEL KENSRUE, EDWARD CARRINGTON BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES RILEY BRECKENRIDGE, TERANISHI TEPPEI