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I may be somewhat of a pacifist but I am not anti human
Anti human nature
My natural instincts are telling me to pass a fist
To pass a fist your way
Ive focused and I've realized I know I shouldn't be
Looking the other way
I've sharpened my tongue and its time to put this blade to the test
Whether this is yours or mine I wont let this be
A condition but a definite conviction
Every lash will leave a wound
Every lash will leave a wound
It's time that I start showing some
But without eyes cloaked by sickness ill watch your endless plague
And the method of extermination only the deaf will hear
It's time I grab the
Torch
And keep moving this forward
Keep pushing this forward
Claim yourself no honor because now we stand
Hanging you with strings from our hands
Like puppets on demand
These are my two cents and I hope they break your bank
Itl throw you into a messenger of fate
Its simple to bake a pretty cake
But hard to digest when the ingredients are fake
Someone alert the baker the annual shipment is here
A set of cookie cutters, dough and cognitive fear
And at the gravel I call home I'll find the answers to your test
And When I finally strike a tone you'll join my side on this quest
Anti human nature
My natural instincts are telling me to pass a fist
To pass a fist your way
Ive focused and I've realized I know I shouldn't be
Looking the other way
I've sharpened my tongue and its time to put this blade to the test
Whether this is yours or mine I wont let this be
A condition but a definite conviction
Every lash will leave a wound
Every lash will leave a wound
It's time that I start showing some
But without eyes cloaked by sickness ill watch your endless plague
And the method of extermination only the deaf will hear
It's time I grab the
Torch
And keep moving this forward
Keep pushing this forward
Claim yourself no honor because now we stand
Hanging you with strings from our hands
Like puppets on demand
These are my two cents and I hope they break your bank
Itl throw you into a messenger of fate
Its simple to bake a pretty cake
But hard to digest when the ingredients are fake
Someone alert the baker the annual shipment is here
A set of cookie cutters, dough and cognitive fear
And at the gravel I call home I'll find the answers to your test
And When I finally strike a tone you'll join my side on this quest
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Writer(s): Matt Batterson, Omar Ramahi
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