Troubled youth, troubled past where our story begins
Looking back, know the facts, so recorded for him
With this anger that's rotted out a portion within
So he's hoping that there's more at his core than a sin
Now everybody's saying it's important to win
So that's making all mistakes feel like torture to him
Slipping even further let the normal rescind
And he doesn't need a reason 'cause he's more than convinced
Built from the ground up on errors
Torn down even lower from his failures
Seeing no way out so he keeps it inside
Now it's growing, getting potent while it weakens his pride
Facing situations got him seeking to hide
Turning everything to stalemates, can't even decide
Pushing to the edge til we reach a divide
The only question that he's asking why he's even alive
One statement, no questions
Put your fist up for your regular expressions
One statement, no questions
Put your fist up for your regular expressions
No clear escape from this rut that he's in
Where everyone around looks for something to skim
It's the same old same but there must be a win
And he can't stop ignoring all this hunger within
With each day that passes the seal is more broken
Plus the intensity's just getting more potent
Overflowing with emotions and he has no way to show them
Plus he has nowhere to stow them and the load is only growing
So he, stepped to the stage with his weapon and aimed - get it
A fresh page full of venom and rage - let it
Empty and drain all the stress and the pain - said it
Pumping the strain through his head and his veins - medic
Gotta grow so he's giving away
Finally found a channel and it's ready to play
Delivering the man to stand before you today
With the regular expression that he's wanted to say
One statement, no questions
Put your fist up for your regular expressions
One statement, no questions
Put your fist up for your regular expressions
Armed with his energy, it's battle again
Equipped all his items with a pad and his pen
Got a long storied road with a path to descend
Cause perfect's only worth it if you practice to win
Finding only lyrics in relieving the charge
The feelings start receding still believing it's large
Hands on deck but he's keeping his cards
Cause he'd blast it into orbit if he reached for the stars
Insults, doubt, blame, he's feeling these scars
And now they're all compounding like there's evil at large
Every line so cathartic when he's screaming these bars
With a force to be reckoned put the people in charge
Came to understand it's about what he shares
When he needs it like we breathe it coming out of the air
From the stage what he sees in the crowd when he stares
Is a sea full of people with their fist in the air
One statement, no questions
Put your fist up for your regular expressions
One statement, no questions
Put your fist up for your regular expressions