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turn my mic up loader I´ve got to say something.
doesn´t matter how hard I try, half the words don`t mean a thing and I know that I won`t be satisfied.
stuck in my head again, feels like I`ll never leave this place, there`s no escape.
thought I was focused but I`m scared, I´m not prepared.
risk something, take bake what´s yours
say something that you know they might attack you for.
`cause I`m sick of being treated like I have before, like it´s stupid standing up for what I´m standing for.
like this war is just a different brand of war.
I used to be my own protection, but not now.
there`s truth in your eyes but doubt in your faith.
and all I´ve got is what you didn´t take.
but I wont be the one to leave this in pieces.
so let mercy come, and wash away it all.
doesn´t matter how hard I try, half the words don`t mean a thing and I know that I won`t be satisfied.
stuck in my head again, feels like I`ll never leave this place, there`s no escape.
thought I was focused but I`m scared, I´m not prepared.
risk something, take bake what´s yours
say something that you know they might attack you for.
`cause I`m sick of being treated like I have before, like it´s stupid standing up for what I´m standing for.
like this war is just a different brand of war.
I used to be my own protection, but not now.
there`s truth in your eyes but doubt in your faith.
and all I´ve got is what you didn´t take.
but I wont be the one to leave this in pieces.
so let mercy come, and wash away it all.
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