WordsI stumble, I fumble, I mumble with words but in the end you still didn't hear what I heard I repeat it again just to be sure but my lyrical evangelical just can't cure the ignorance building that wall in your head What was that I didn't hear what you said? bouncing rhythms, rolling rhymes I'd say it again but I ran out of time the words mix with sounds of clinking and clattering the coffee shop closes, their words were flattering i know the truth that hid underneath the authoritarian attitude, their life, liberty belief they don't see the world how it truly is a fucWords
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I'm a wolf in human shape - Every man is prey
A predator with flaming rage - Blood is in my trace
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When one has no-one to talk to, one tends to talk to oneself.
PSA much...
I really appreciate it.
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