Let it go son youre not a violent one Youre speaking words that are speaking like youre ten foot tall I dont blame you what else have you to do When your life exists of covering up your own self truths Its down to nothing so come around to my front door And face me Youre at a loss for words rock singer If it fills you up bring it on How do you sleep with yourself Do you feel the hatred open up some Youll find the difference from mouthing off And shooting off your guns that are filled with blanks Why do you scrape this youre digging without a tool You wish you had a line cover up your lack of truth You said it Feel that its authority think its a priority
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