Every Cliche like a knife at my throut
This Culture like cataracts clouding my sight
Oh, parasite you feed off my trembling hands!
Fear chains my right
Guilt chains my left
I was once a broken man
Ashamed of my existance
But now I see you for who you are
You need us to shake
You need us to crawl in shame
You need BLOOD
Too long have these trembling hands brought me nothing but chains
No longer will I beg for that freedom that was never yours to take
No longer will I take that shame that was never yours to give
Perhaps the time a great man becomes an average man, is when he apologizes for his honesty
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