| 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. | 
| And 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 their 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 it’s 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 on extracting all of my revenge. | 
| 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 prey as wolves among the sheep and slit the necks of soldiers while they | 
| sleep. | 
| 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 it’s all on us. | 
| Only common conversation, | 
| it took everything I got. | 
| And I like it the farther I get out. | 
| 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 it’s all on us. | 
| Only common conversation, | 
| it took everything I got. | 
| And I like it the farther I get out. | 
| 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 it’s all on us. | 
| Only common conversation, | 
| it took everything I got. | 
| And I like it the farther I get out. |