Preaching unity with an X on your hand

My brother, my dead brother thinks he's a man

Putting me down you mistaken fool

For speaking my mind and breaking your rules

And now you craven coward

And now my bastard friend

You've become a spector of my past

Because you know this is the end

In the heat of battle you never drew your sword

Yet in the arms of halcyon days

You were quick with dauntless words

And now your blade is in my back

You twist it and you turn

My brother, my dead brother

When will you ever learn

Truth victors no one but the serpent of deceit

And the man who has no spine becomes the serpent's feast

And when it's time to take a stand

Shield yourself with that X on your hand

And then you try to make amends

But all you want is your wanton friends

Don't count on me, my dead brother you lose

Go and hide behind your straight edge ruse