i was born with silver between my teeth
both on paper and the kind that makes you bleed
my daddy told me it wasn’t enough just to learn
so i bit my tongue and taught myself ten ways to burn
but not every monster has black blood or claws
at least not the one with my heart tight between its paws
et je dois me rappeler (and i have to remind myself)
sous cette lune toute blême (under this moon so pale)
que nous protégeons ceux (that we protect those)
qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes (who cannot protect themselves)
mais à quoi bon les flèches et les poignards (but what use are arrows and daggers)
si je vise à travers le brouillard (if i’m aiming through a fog)
i’m not scared of your eyes, whatever color they be
and i could thread a needle through war or in my sleep
but there is a kind of fear i can’t touch; that sort blinds
and standing my ground is the only remedy i can find
'cause not every monster has black blood or claws
mine picks me apart at the stitches, follows no code or laws
(chorus)
now i walk the line of a sharpened blade
half-open eyes from midnight crusades
if i’m being honest, i don’t always come with a plan
and to this day sometimes i can’t tell the difference between beast or man
mais je dois me rappeler (but i have to remind myself)
sous cette lune toute blême (under this moon so pale)
que nous protégeons ceux (that we protect those)
qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes (who cannot protect themselves)
et malgré les flèches et les poignards (and despite arrows and daggers)
chaque fois nos blessures se réparent (each time our wounds heal)
i was born with silver between my teeth
and now i know when to shine and when to sting
