None of This

Talk is cheap, throw words around Idle hands are the devil's playground Pick up a shovel, hammer a nail Build something beautiful, be proud of yourself Work the fields, know mother earth Your rough calloused hands will show what you're worth Take care of yourself, take care of your kin There's no one to blame for the shape that you're in None of this was god damn done to you None of this would ever be what I would choose Do you want the truth or just assume Keep chasing those lies that keep chasing you Are you proud of the price you paid at the door Are you getting less than you bargained for Does anyone care, does anyone fight Is it worth what you lost just to feel right Do you find yourself often at odds With the friends that you made and the ones that you bought Is there no difference, is there no need For the ones that say nothing, for the ones that don't bleed None of this was god damn done to you None of this would ever be what I would choose Do you want the truth or just assume Keep chasing those lies that keep chasing you None of this was god damn done to you None of this would ever be what I would choose Do you want the truth or just assume Keep chasing those lies that keep chasing you Keep chasing those lies that keep chasing you