I can't be handing out letters
Nobody reads
Nobody cares
Nobody dares to open
I ain't your Prophet
I don't like the words You/I Speak
Nobody listens
Nobody prays
Nobody wants to believe
I ain't your Tool
I don't like the busy work you make
Nobody helps
Nobody builds
Nobody lends a hand
I've had it up to here
You think you are me
I know I am me
Your rules/agenda/life ain't mine
So lets draw a line
Around the contours of Sound
Beat / Beat
That half is yours
Beat / Beat
This half is mine
Beat / Beat
On and On for eternity
Beat / Beat
*an exploration into the two halves inside of me*
* this was also examined in Juggernaut*
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