The Hatchet Lyrics

Worked your way up from nothing

But with nothing standing in your way

You think you're measured

You think you're the definition of grace and poise

Blind eyes

Deaf ears

Cross-eyed in the centre ground

All these years

Dig it up/I'm digging up the hatchet

I'm digging up the hatchet

'Cause sometimes words are not enough

You always say 'it's just your age'

You only say that from your cage

Happy with what you've got

Satisfied with your lot

I can't make you care

Let's let cooler head prevail

My heart goes out to you

I hear you

I understand

Please accept this round of applause

Please accept these prayers and thoughts

Please expect nothing to change

Please understand we feel your pain

Understand it's no one's fault

Understand that nothing more can be done

Where's your sense of decorum

Where's your trust in the system

They've gone the same way as your sense of compassion

The same way as your sense of empathy

Going, going, going, gone

Enough to be happy

To live comfortably

Enough to close your eyes

Enough to never need to ask why

Is there a cure for this acute apathy

Do you hope you'll leave this mortal coil

Before the horror starts

Before the sleeping giant awakens

Whether you believe there's always hope

Or you think you're some kind of misanthrope

You take the easy way out to hide the truth unspoken

Suppression won't make us equal

If the conversation dies there will be no sequel