I'm not good in a crowd
I got skills I can't speak of

Things I've seen will chase me to the grave

I'm not good in a crowd
I got skills I can't speak of over there
Things that I've seen will chase me to the grave

Led with your hands tied, fetters and flies
You stumble the dunes, complain to the moon
Backs to the wheel, there's granite to shove
Take it, they give it, so rivet for rivet
I will pilfer my family a bulletproof love

How does it feel, the weight of the steel?
The weight of the steel, the flat of the blade
How does it feel, to kneel at defeat?
To kneel at defeat at the choices you make

I'm not good in a crowd,
I got skills I can't speak of
Things I've seen will chase me
To the grave

Backs to the wheel, there's granite to shove
Take it, they give it, and rivet for rivet
I will build for my family a bulletproof love