Yellow Belly - Thrice

You were built for blessing but you only make them bleed

But you don’t care, you don’t care

And bruises are but shadows of the blackness that you breathe

But you don’t care, you don’t care

The light that’s left inside their eyes is darkened day by day

But you don’t care, you don’t care

Your presence pulls the color from the world 'till all is grey

But you don’t care, you don’t, you don’t, you don’t

You are less than half a man, yellow belly and crimson hands

You will one day reap your reckoning, maybe then you’ll understand

Your hands are made to comfort but they only conjure fear

But you don’t care, you don’t care

She’s in the closet praying, «Lord please get me out of here»

You don’t care, you don’t, you don’t, you don’t

You are less than half a man, yellow belly and crimson hands

You will one day reap your reckoning, maybe then you’ll understand

You are less than half a man, yellow belly and crimson hands

You will one day reap your reckoning, maybe then you’ll understand

What mercy have they known, from you, from you?

To ask that it be shown, to you, to you?

What mercy have they known, from you, from you?

To ask that it be shown, to you, to you?