Brother

When brother used to carry me
 He had a pin in his coat of arms
 And brother they don't listen inside his head
 To steal my little storm
 They built a bridge to his back
 They wound their own wounds black
 And it's still a bitter burn
 They stuffed their ears with its sound
 Their faces cling to the ground
 I cracked the door
 When brother used to carry me
 He'd drive home
 When brother used to carry me
 He'd drive home
 Violence and all its acts
 Takes the stage in a form of fun
 Kids keep their effort and all and all
 Climb to the bottom row
 I put my foot in the door
 I found a person to mourn
 Because it is your turn
 You'll lose the little you lack
 Your bits will fall from the stack
 Keep on the wall
 When brother used to carry me
 He'd drive home
 When brother used to carry me
 He'd drive home