We're What Separates The Heart From The Heartless

We're What Separates The Heart From The Heartless
Frustration overwhelms me, nothing left but this empty
feeling. rejection from the very same thing that gave
me definition, so i’ll bite the hand that feeds me, bight
the hand that bleeds me, break the hand that cheats me me.
you will never defeat me, i would rather stand and fight
without a chance at all than wait around for these “so
called” friends to break my fall, you pass your judgement
on me when it’s you whose buckling at the knees. we’ll
bite the hand that feeds us, feeds us. we’ll bite the hand
that bleeds us, bleeds us, we’ll break the hand that cheats

us, cheats us, you’ll never defeat us. We are stronger
and we fight harder than any makeshift martyr, such an
arrogant elite, just begging to be heard, you scream word
after hollow word but now it’s our turn.
i’ve been there too, alone in a crowded room and they’re
all laughing at you a room full of rolling eyes and self
doubt, narrow minds and big mouths, you’re not in this
alone and you don’t have to feel that you are, we’re what
separates the heart from the heartless, so we’ll push
forward regard less of the consequence. we’re what separates
the heart from the heartless, so we’ll keep pushing regardless