when you stand on the brink do you look back
at what you are or what you will be. just to
be another martyr would you stand for that,
I'd make you believe to fear it all just to
stand in defiance with nothing more then
what you have in your hand.
could anything be so twisted would you
care...
i wouldn't be nothing more. silence is what
got me here, my loud mouth makes me fight
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