Widow Sunday - Channeled lyrics

When we finally come face to face Our true colors will be shown All fear, doubt and disgust will rear its demented face I won't pretend to be something I'm not But I won't back down from what I am Stand your ground and demand your truth Never submit to lies or abuse Use your hate to channel your vengeance And embrace the beast within I don't give a sh** who you are Who you're f**ing friends with Or how much you make I feel my pulse begin to rise Hoping that you'll let me rip that smile off your jaw Breathe in Breathe in Breathe in Breathe out Right now it's not fear that drives me It's a focus unparalleled Now you better prove you've got the nerve To look me in the eye and tell me what you said behind my back We don't give a f** who you are Or what you think you deserve I hope all that bullsh** will dry your eyes Rest your broken face and cry yourself to sleep Fist meets fist Teeth meet curb Fist meets fist Teeth meet curb How's the taste of concrete? How's the taste of concrete?