| I’d just like to get a chance to clear my name
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| You know, I’ve been dubbed many things, you know
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| But I’m not a martyr
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| Some things are worth it
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| 'Nothing is easy' is an overstatement
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| I’m too young to know it
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| I’m ultimate, permanent, learning 'til terminated
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| Age insighting visions, major human stage
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| This religion is my vice, my best friend
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| My knife, my security quilt (your quilt?) Excessive
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| Built from adolescence, built to escape
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| Built and then raised this idol that is picked to fix the gated mantle
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| Holding it all 'til I burst limestone, primestone
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| I am home, everywhere my soul scrape
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| And shakes the air that we breathe
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| My palms black all the way, I refuse to bloody my knuckles
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| And bruise my shins on giant steps over little people
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| Poking out these extremities into my Van Gogh
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| The complicated siren song’ll do my jingle
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| All of these ideals with which I’ve grown to strangle
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| There’s a fine line, I walk on the other side
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| I’ve only got one reason not to die
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| So as long as my blood runs the color purple
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| I am penetrating, choosing sides, allies, and weapons
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| I only see in black and white, there is no art of war
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| The beauty of is that scars make me a better man and victories make me weak
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| Stalemates from pushovers, so don’t push me
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| 'Cause I’ve been there, so let me win again (why?)
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| 'Cause all these victories make me
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| That’s why
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| Everything is worth fighting for
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| Violence never got me anywhere
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| Free thought doesn’t cost that much
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| Living is the only thing worth anything
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| Everything is worth fighting for
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| Violence never got me anywhere
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| Free thought doesn’t cost that much
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| Living is the only thing worth anything
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| In the second grade, I was passed a note that read nothing is given
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| And everything was made to be taken
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| And I was made to learn trials by error, trailing the air
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| Climbing down from stairs, echoing my 'I won’t give up'
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| Tongue claimed while you can’t stop this
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| I can’t go on anymore, it’s your false
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| Sense of nobility
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| For spitting my blood in your face before my body dies
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| It’s a casting in everything I believe
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| And I’m a bitter cynic
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| All truth is personal, I believe in myself, people have fought invention
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| Built to only slow you down, let you down, and try to be down
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| So I’m up, armed with two fists, gritted teeth
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| And an honesty only shared with the dumbest of martyrs finishing beef
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| I plead my, 'how ya like me now?'
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| Until I hate myself for being right and acting right
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| It’s my god-stolen right to only live for lies and die for what I believe
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| Spitting in the face of opposition
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| Raise the consequences with open arms and closed eyes
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| Tensing every abdominal muscle, preparing for the inevitable invasion
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| Damn we’re dedicated, and dammit, the devistation
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| For I understand what it means to hate
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| That’s why I love with a passion that burns bridges
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| Everything is worth fighting for
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| Violence never got me anywhere
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| Free thought doesn’t cost that much
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| Living is the only thing worth anything
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| Everything is worth fighting for
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| Violence never got me anywhere
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| Free thought doesn’t cost that much
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| Living is the only thing worth anything
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| And I’ve never met anything worth the beating of alieving
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| 'Til I find myself, I’ve been here the whole time
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| Ever since then, I live for so-called friends as respective allies
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| And soon-to-be enemies
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| If you’re not for, you’re against, pro or con
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| And sidelined is an oxymoron, stupid
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| I’ve got a big mouth, a big heart, and a thick head
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| And I’m not afraid to use 'em
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| Bridges were made to burn
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| Idols were made to fall off pedestals
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| I’m only here temporarily, barely make a mark
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| It all starts with a stone
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| Bridges were made to burn
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| Idols were made to fall off pedestals
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| I’m only here temporarily, barely make your mark
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| And it starts with a stone
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| Everything is worth fighting for
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| I am Sole
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| Violence never got me anywhere
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| He is Moodswing9
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| Free thought doesn’t cost that much
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| Anticon
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| Living is the only thing worth anything
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| Everything is worth fighting for
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| I am Sole
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| Violence never got me anywhere
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| He is Moodswing9
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| Free thought doesn’t cost that much
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| Anticon
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| Living is the only thing worth anything |