My mouth is fullof your inspiration Cut me, size me down for your regulation Nothing stands so close to driving Nothing gets tense or biting Nothing stands in the way It`s all right, your walls are still white Location is everything, or so it seems Writing down all your "wrongs" or "rights" In a book you call your own Stand down Silence kills the revolution All that remains stagnant dies Submission is your resolve They`ve given you all the calls Sucker punched again Blind
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