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Reproach envelopes me. a hierarchy through violence - street |
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Society. |
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Street society. i voice my contempt. |
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Convinced of my immunity. |
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Yet on a smaller scale, in my conflicted world, my resistance is |
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Stretched. |
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You sense and provoke. |
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You mock and degrade my friends and aims, tempting drastic actions - |
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Baiting me. |
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My shame turning, turning to rage! |
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Twisting the knot inside, the final strains of restraint discharged. |
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Acceleration of loathing, driving my physical force. |
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The shameful act, the feelings of angst, i considered myself |
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Incapable. |
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Lay blame with me for the "bastard" that i am, (you're) too stupid |
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To understand the scars your cruel words inflict. |
