Take a trip, step outside of this fishbowl life Voice recalls, ceramic youth in pots of broken truth I feel the rage, comin' off of the stage I feel the.
I feel the rage, comin' off of the page Make a wish, clear your mind, let the years rewind Poets pain battles fame and becomes its slave I feel the rage, comin' off of the stage I feel the rage, comin' off of the page I feel the. Open mouth, open grave, nothing left to say.
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