Lyrics

I'M NO ANGEL I'M NO SAINT
BUT I WON'T BE DEFINED BY WHAT I AIN'T
I'M NO BULLY I'M NO PRIEST
I'M A BROKEN BANQUET AN EMPTY FEAST
NOW I’M PICKING OVER BONES
I’M JUST PICKING OVER BONES
THAT PLACE I HAVEN’T BEEN IN YEARS
BACK WHEN I HAD TO SWALLOW ALL MY FEARS
FROM THE CRADLE I DEPART
I MAKE AN ENTRANCE FROM THE START
NOW I’M PICKING OVER BONES
I’M JUST PICKING OVER BONES
FROM THE STREET I ONLY KNEW TO WELL
TO A TALE THAT NO HEART SHOULD TELL
I’M BITTER AND TWISTED, I WANNA RAGE A WAR
I CARRY THIS RAGE, FROM MANY YEARS BEFORE
MY CRYSTAL BALL HAS SPRUNG A LEAK
I'M NO PROPHET BUT THE FUTURE LOOKS SO BLEAK
NOW I’M PICKING OVER BONES
I’M JUST PICKING OVER BONES
I’M PICKING OVER BONES
I’M JUST PICKING OVER BONES