: They?ve got themselves a new spin on the story, twisted for one-sided glory. Devastation soon becoming fuel for the masses new fury. A greedy hand
: So here's a story about a city with a secret Everyone one here is the life of the party And everyone who's anyone is everyone's biggest fan. If they
: Standing against the odds to take back what they took. Some fight with stones, some fight with guns. But instead I choose to fight with my pen and
: A concrete bed, a weathered awning made of cardboard that keeps the morning sun from his eyes. He never knew much about why his life became so hard
: Thirsting for the absolute left you drunk on a quest for the truth. A newfound sense of salvation, empty in the eyes, mind on vacation. They got their
: Staring into the sun, his eyes tearing and burning. Thoughts of that warm day he closed up his heart to the world. Few walked beside him, many just
be an object of a vision that blinds me. Aggression. I gotta break the mold. Aggression. Never let them take control. Aggression. Hands in shackles, Mind's confined to a cage. Aggression
: Face down. I'm stuck inside these boundaries that were put in place to fucking quiet me...to bury me. I was given a uniform but soon learned that's
: Dad came home in a body bag. He never had a chance to say goodbye. He was a good man - fooled to believe in a fake ideal. His veins soon pulsed with
: "I'm walking away from this," he said with conviction. He walked away a new man...This is the story of a free man
: Tired and beaten. Voice withering away to nothing. I'm walking in the footsteps made by those who have been defeated. I've watched men and women made
: Blurry visions of your past, unknown mask up ahead. Will the path we choose to take lead us to bliss, or to our certain death? So weighed down, we'
Thirsting for the absolute left you drunk on a quest for the truth. A newfound sense of salvation, empty in the eyes, mind on vacation. They got their
Staring into the sun, his eyes tearing and burning. Thoughts of that warm day he closed up his heart to the world. Few walked beside him, many just
Standing against the odds to take back what they took. Some fight with stones, some fight with guns. But instead I choose to fight with my pen and my
Tired and beaten. Voice withering away to nothing. I'm walking in the footsteps made by those who have been defeated. I've watched men and women made
So here's a story about a city with a secret Everyone one here is the life of the party And everyone who's anyone is everyone's biggest fan. If they
