am i correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?
it's ink that lies
the pen,the page,the paper
i like, i learn
you will always take away what i have earned
and so aid my end while i believe i'm winning
our friends speak out in our defense
i pay ten deaf ears for two monthes rent
we burn they gallows they erect,
and cut the nooses they tie for our necks
you constantly make it impossible to make conversation
keep us comatose but audible
and i like it the farther i get out
we pass it off but its all on us
only common conversation,
it took everything i 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 an extracting all of my revenge
so take heart, sweetheart, or i will take it from you
we slip concealed back to the keep
concede to do the work for free
we pray as wolves among sheep and slit the neck of soldiers while they sleep.
