| This is after the guns are drawn | |
| After dusk has turned to dawn | |
| This is the calm after the storm | |
| It's brand new morn | |
| This is after you beat your chest | |
| And you talk how you're the baddest and the best | |
| After we've put it all to the test | |
| And we kill the rot and leave the rest | |
| This is after the gloves come off | |
| After the puppy show, the bluff | |
| When we check what we are made of | |
| The fabric and the cloth | |
| Only what make' me | |
| Can break me | |
| Only what makes me | |
| And you're not my maker | |
| My pain's consuming me from the inside | |
| The line got crossed so far it's out of sight | |
| Delusions rule my mind | |
| Should i just leave it all behind? | |
| Or should i give it some more time? | |
| It looks so foolish to be trying | |
| To keep something alive that has lost it's will to live | |
| There's so much more i wanna give | |
| Only what make' me | |
| Can break me | |
| Only what makes me | |
| And you're not my maker | |
| This is the moment of truth | |
| And you have lots of things to prove | |
| I have been wrongly accused | |
| And soon you will make your move | |
| You're about to become old news | |
| Your god is hating me | |
| I wasn't built loose | |
| I won't, I don't, I don't need you | |
| (Only what make' me) see, I don't need them | |
| (Can break me) no see, I don't wan't them | |
| I don't need them | |
| You check this no' | |
| No no no... |