| I can still hear the frea behind your last gasp
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| Even above the flat slaps of my thumbs against this desk
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| You take a moment to rewind in your mind:
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| If only you hadn’t opened that hole beneath your nose
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| I’m talking to a walking wall following a faulted call
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| Hatred twisted your mind backwards so you suffer the truth
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| In your mind you prevail
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| Standing the test of tests
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| By blind reflex I accept yuour challenge
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| Argumentative vein, anger mantained
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| My response is to let no jab go restrained
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| Stand behind what you’ve said that’s made this room grow dim
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| And what’s made my eyes turn red
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| Mind to mind, I know your kind
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| Try and convince me that you’re right because your skin is white
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| (Let’s enter your mind)
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| Let’s see what you can do. |
| Let’s see
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| (My standards are high. I will expect a whole lot from you. But you’re not what
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| you think.)
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| Men like you made the sky turn red
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| (This smells like failure. What a wast of time.)
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| Men like you mad the sky turn red
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| (Can't you smell it- it’s as thick as life.)
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| And this won’t be the last time |