Voice Killer by Quicksand
Tell me something that I don't know.
You don't approve of the difference.
You can't wait for things,
change to slow.
Think you do, but you, just,
just don't get it.
And this,
is the most that.
The wool pulled over your eyes.
Just the future your bracing for.
Confuse, your, faith, with the right to shoot them down.
A choice for yourself.
You can choose for yourself,
but not for me.
And this,
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