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I tend to speak my mind,
go ahead and crucify.
My every action being my sin.
Had worked to the nail,
gave you my soul for sale.
“Justice for all”, do you recall?
They spend for a cadillac that’s spic-and-span.
They get all the things that you never had.
They waste every dime to stop the time.
We won’t fill your bill while you sit still.
I don’t wanna let my life be written in stone.
Am I gonna find out what I already know?
Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.
When the end comes, I won’t be runnin away.
I gotta feed my seed,
without the means to be.
I am your worn out throwaway.
With every breath I take,
your threats keep me awake.
I’ll never bend my knee from fear.