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Well, I don't have a diary
I sing my songs...
Drag the brush over anything to change my wrongs...
Pushed a whole lotta limits just to make my palms shake and pump to the rhythm when the monitors on...
I make hearts jump
Defibulator art punk
Fishing from the shore when a ship in a jar sunk
Blind sighted by the rhythm with a hard thump
Pointin' at my inner little sinner when he starts up

There's no rest when your born with your last phrase scribbled on your chest
And the only way outta it is written in text
You can sing over anything the soul in you let's, so...

I guess I gotta let it all out
Break another little wall down
Let the music in me call out
The bitter part of all doubt, holdin me down
I gotta learn how to fall...

Spoke outta what you might call love
High centered with a sword tryna write with blood
Quell tip stuck under my tongue
I'm not leavin till I'm, not leavin till I'm done...

Spoke outta what you might call hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face
Gotta play it till I get my grace
Not leavin till I'm, not leavin till I'm saved...

I don't have a journal now, they can't make noise...
Broke a whole lotta speakers just to hear my voice
Took a whole lotta needles just to poke those holes
Made for breathing when I make my choice
God help us if it makes me
Slowin down the tape speed
Fade maker with a scrape in his fake teeth
Nay sayer that"ll race with his break feet
And crash into the prison you've been plannin on to break free

Escape from the pen
Words held prisoner encased in it's stem
Stationary legal sized bound from the place where a bar sets you free
Instead of caging you in so

I guess I gotta let it all out (all out)
Break another little wall down (wall down)
Let the music in me call out the bitter part of all doubt holdin me down
I gotta learn how to fall...

Spoke outta what you might call love
High centered with a sword tryna write with blood
Quell tip stuck under my tongue
I'm not leavin till I'm, not leavin till I'm done...

Spoke outta what you might call hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face
Gotta play it till I get my grace
Not leavin till I'm, not leavin till I'm saved...

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