well i promised that i'd never let you come to any harm
but there's bruises on your forehead and there's scars all down your arms
and i tried my best to heal them, but you made it very clear
that i'm not a magician, i can't make them disappear
and i saw the flood returning, but this time i built a boat
and i saved up two of everything and i sailed across the moat
i sharpened up my sword, and i put away my pen
and this time i'll be ready, when the violence starts again
i turned my back on comedy, i turned my back on fun
i guess everyone is guilty of the good they haven't done
and i buried all my demons, but i buried them alive
and though they're starved of oxygen, they somehow still survived
and they think they've got me cornered, they think they've got me beat
they think that i'll just lay down and be gracious in defeat
and they say to make a friend of fear but i'm not fear's fucking friend
and this time i'll be ready, when the violence starts again