Claymore

Lyrics

Look at my shoulders, the sloping cross
Four punched iron leaves at the end of the guard
Fifty-five inches from the pommel to the dust
Forged for a man who could carry the cost
I was never a secret, I was never a trick
I am a pendulum, heavy and thick
Pulling the hands that are trailing behind
Dragging the shoulder, breaking the wind

You had to feel my tip at the edge of your mind
Tracing the radius before the muscle fired

But I always dreaded the press of the crowd
The narrowing gap where the shields lock tight
I need a twelve-foot clearing just to speak out loud
To haul my gravity into the fight
If they step inside my arc, the logic falls apart
I am nothing but a heavy bar across your beating heart

I feared the thicket, I feared the doorway
I feared the sudden trench carved in the mud
Once I am falling, there is no other way
I cannot stop the swing or stem the flood
I was terrified of the man with the dagger in his grip
Who watches my momentum, and waits for me to slip
Who calculates the apex of my slow and sweeping arc
And steps beneath my elbows in the dark

Because I always dreaded the press of the crowd
The narrowing gap where the shields lock tight
I need a twelve-foot clearing just to speak out loud
To haul my gravity into the fight
If they step inside my arc, the logic falls apart
I am nothing but a heavy bar across your beating heart

Now I am mounted in a corridor of glass
A shallow little box against the grain
The visitors crowd shoulder to shoulder as they pass
And the panic rises up inside my iron vein
If the case broke right now, I couldn't save a thing
There is no room in this hallway to swing

Give me the open field
Give me the empty air
Keep the walls away from me
Keep the bodies back
I am useless in the crush
I am only weight
Only weight