Take Breath The Hands That Guide: Act 2

As the days ached and trudged along We knew there was no peace to gain in letting it go So we meditated and gathered ourselves, Brave faces on hollow shells And held our souls in twine, as Goliath came into sight And so we bite at the hand that claims to feed Even if our teeth turn to dust, we may then be free No honour for thieves Youll pay the debt you took from me Your skin will burn In the white hot gaze of those youve turned I swear to God one day youll see the truth The lines you create between us and you Weve been broken and made to your will like glass But if its bridges you wish to burn then let my body be ash Youll burn No honour for thieves Youll pay the debt you took from me Your skin will burn In the white hot gaze of those youve turned The thinnest lines can still divide If we paint them with pride Brushed in black and white The hands that guide Are just as quick to bind X