Death Is Not Glamorous - Liquid Swords | Текст песни

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There's no point in trying to beat into your head what I
can say straight, in no uncertain terms. I struggle too,
but I tried and I just can't relate. So you're angry -
We're all fucking angry. What's your point?
No one here cares about how hard you can throw around
your weight. The same attitude from the world
outside that I come here to escape. I hate it.
Won't tolerate intimidation.

This pen in my hand holds much more weight than your
sword. The strongest fists in the end always lose out to
words. You claim, 'might makes right'. Then you're going
to lose this fight. My edge on you is my insight.


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