Are these shouts in bravery,
or announced recklessness?
This can't be reality
One of us second best
To become a crowd is to keep out death
A life you've grown accostumed to
Trite and trapped without your path
Abide the wrath you're due
Done are the days of child's play
This time we play for keeps
Seized are the days left without doubts
Count, read 'em, and weep
You say this is where you want to be,
so what you got to prove?
The look one throws to adversaries you shot at me
but it went straight through
Fuck you too
Life wasted on the past
Another victim of circumstance
It's up to you to take the chance
To make it work,
to make it last
Hallowed minds lost in line
Out of touch
Out of time

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