Am I correct
To defend the fist that holds this pen?
Its ink that lies
The pen, the page, the paper
I live, I learn
You will always take what I have earned
So aid my end
While I believe I'm winning
Our friends speak out in our defence
Pay ten deaf ears for two months rent
We burn the gallows they erect
And cut the nooses they tie for our necks
You constantly make it impossible
To make conversation
We're comatose but audible
And I liked it the farther I get out
We pass it off but it's all on us
Only common conversation
It took everything I got
And I liked it the farther I get out
Once said, always said
I will hold the past over your head
I'll speak my mind
Whenever I feel slighted
I am hellbent
On extracting all of my revenge
Take heart, sweetheart
Or I will take it from you
We slip concealed back to the keep
Concede to do the work for free
We prey as wolves among the sheep
And slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep
You constantly make it impossible
To make conversation
We're comatose but audible
And I liked it the farther I get out
We pass it off but it's all on us
Only common conversation
It took everything I got
And I liked it the farther I get out
You constantly make it impossible
To make conversation
We're comatose but audible
And I liked it the farther I get out
We pass it off but it's all on us
Only common conversation
It took everything I got
And I liked it the farther I get out
You constantly make it impossible
To make conversation
We're comatose but audible
And I liked it the farther I get out
We pass it off but it's all on us
Only common conversation
It took everything I got
And I liked it the farther I get out