Would you exist without all the fists the music clenched for you.
You're dressed up like a full-bodied anarchist.
Right down to your views.

It's more than points that break.
There's no threat. Little promise to your life, so you take it out on music.
Your talk is cheap, I don't want to hear it.
Go preach to your f___ing choir.

You p___ and moan for what's no longer your own.
You're p___ing on the motives of my friends.
I understand what you're saying, what you're going through, but your point never ends.

It's more than points that break.
There's no threat. Little promise to your life, so you take it out on music.
Your talk is cheap, I don't want to hear it.
Go preach to your f___ing choir.

The ticket price. The songs that you write.
"We've got out eyes on you. The internet is just a minute away. I'm telling on you."

It's more than points that break.
There's no threat. Little promise to your life, so you take it out on music.
Your talk is cheap, I don't want to hear it.
Go preach to your f___ing choir.

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