Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?
It's ink that lies,
the pen, the page, the paper
I live, I learn
You will always take what i have earned
And so aid my end while I believe I'm winning

Our friends speak out in our defense
I pay ten deaf ears for two months rent
We burn they gallows they erect,
and cut the nooses they tie for our necks

You constantly make it impossible to make conversation
Keep us comatose but audible
And I like it the farther i get out
We pass it off but it's all on us
Only common conversation,
it took everything i got
And I like it the farther i get out

Once said, always said
I will hold the past over your head
I'll speak my mind whenever i feel slighted
I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge
So take heart, sweetheart, or I will take it from you

We slip concealed back to the keep
Concede to do the work for free
We prey as wolves among the sheep and slit the neck of soldiers while they sleep