Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?
It's ink that lies, the pen, the page, the paper
I live, I learn, you will always take what I have earned
So aid my end while I believe I'm winning
Our friends speak out in our defense
Pay ten deaf ears for two months' rent
We burn the gallows they erect
And cut the nooses they tie for our necks
You constantly make it impossible to make conversation
We're comatose, we're audible and I like it the farther I get out
We passed it off but it's all on us for common conversation
It took everything I've got and I like it the farther I get out
Once said, always said, "I will hold the past over your head"
I'll speak my mind whenever I feel slighted
I am hellbent, I'm extracting all of my revenge
Take heart, sweetheart or I will take it from you
I slip, concealed back to the keep
Concede to do the work for free
We prey as wolves among the sheep
And slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep
You constantly make it impossible to make conversation
We're comatose, we're audible and I like it the farther I get out
We passed it off but it's all on us for common conversation
It took everything I've got and I like it the farther I get out
You constantly make it impossible to make conversation
We're comatose, we're audible and I like it the farther I get out
We passed it off but it's all on us for common conversation
It took everything I've got, I like it the farther I get out
You constantly make it impossible to make conversation
We're comatose, we're audible and I like it the farther I get out
We passed it off but it's all on us for common conversation
It took everything I've got and I like it the farther I get out
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