מילים לשיר Pecking Order – Tourniquet

Sleight of hand, slight of mind
Like a contest at the fair
Slam the door, leave the key inside
With a quick and knowing stare
You're the winner, you're the loser
You're the chosen, I'm the chooser Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure
Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring
Hen
Comes prevention, from seeing who God created
Fails to see, my thoughts diluted
With our judgement, and mind polluted
Politics of the mind, feeds the ego of the blind Turn away, just let me be
The ultimate delusional gem
Who made you the judge of me
The notion that we're better than them
The notion that we're better than them
The ultimate delusional gem Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure
Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring
From the earth, the granite boils
NinetyScorches those who never learn
Half the head, half the burn
The only judge for you and me
Look to Him and you will see
Grace and mercy from His throne
Grace and mercy from His throne
Imparts to those He calls His own
Imparts to those He calls His own .