Context

I think you read out of context
Desecrating all the words that I had wrote
Maybe you just hadn’t noticed
There’s an urgency in every single tone
I try and reason with my inability to gain control
But we were born out of violence
The infernal evidence of all we know
Trade my wounded pride for some piece of mind
And finally find some reckoning
Trade my wounded pride for some piece of mind
And find the time I lost
I try and analyze the part I mean to overthrow
I can’t illuminate a darkness visible all of it’s own
I try and reconcile the thoughts that I have come to fear the most
But we were born out of violence
Suffocating on the first breath we took
Trade my wounded pride for some piece of mind
And finally find some reckoning
Trade my wounded pride for some piece of mind
And finally find some reckoning
On the other side of the dark divide
I trade my wounded pride for some piece of mind