fight, I want to prove I'm right. I want to fight, I want to fight, So turn and forfeit. Forfeit. Learn from this, Prehistoric dance and Refrain from
: I like having hurt, So send the pain below where I need it, You used to beg me to take care of things, And smile at the thought of me failing.
: Don't grip, you're choking What life was, trying to Lift up the rage from a season of play I don't blame my messes on you Don't beat this down
: I'm tired of your open mouth, Crawling inside my skin, Endless pain we never quit, The fight within the prides begun, Saying its too late, What
: It seems I?ve gained the world but have nothing To keep tabs upon this loss isn?t wasted time Face opportunities to recognize now we have time Rebuke
: Not about to try Time to please no one The first and last begins You mutter, you child You should ask for more Tired of being your no one Fame
: It sometimes feels like a burden, I want to succeed, Is this a good quality, I wonder what's next, Nothing. More and more it's an animal, Waiting
: Grab thy hand and walk. Through... Through... Through... Through... Bring me your time, How I long for release. Shown, presently, Reveals
: Watch me heap up what I?ve sown I?m made of peanuts, not of shells God spares a quality of himself Uniquely designed but we can?t help ourselves
: They say freak, When you're singled out, The red, well it filters through. So lay down, the threat is real, When his sight goes red again. Seeing
I'm tired of your open mouth, Crawling inside my skin, Endless pain we never quit, The fight within the prides begun, Saying its too late, What
to fight, I want to prove I'm right. I want to fight, I want to fight, So turn and forfeit. Forfeit. Learn from this, Prehistoric dance and Refrain from
It seems I?ve gained the world but have nothing To keep tabs upon this loss isn?t wasted time Face opportunities to recognize now we have time Rebuke
Don't grip, you're choking What life was, trying to Lift up the rage from a season of play I don't blame my messes on you Don't beat this down dead
It sometimes feels like a burden, I want to succeed, Is this a good quality, I wonder what's next, Nothing. More and more it's an animal, Waiting
Not about to try Time to please no one The first and last begins You mutter, you child You should ask for more Tired of being your no one Fame
I like having hurt, So send the pain below where I need it, You used to beg me to take care of things, And smile at the thought of me failing. But
Grab thy hand and walk. Through... Through... Through... Through... Bring me your time, How I long for release. Shown, presently, Reveals a
