Abrasive

Blow me away

Pull the trigger

Watch me fade

Into the embers

Of my escape

I have no time

No patience to live this life

In the traditional way

 

So build your white picket fence

Pay the bills and the rent

March on with the average life

It's sad but it's true

You live in a lie

If you don't think you are a slave

Until you die

 

I have my struggles

I have my pride

I may not have any money

But at least I haven't lost my mind

I was given this voice to reach out

Sing and Scream and speak out

This rebel alliance is sneaking out

During the night

 

So keep your doors locked

When you see me roaming the streets

Call the cops

Just becuase you don't like what you see

It's never easy

going against the grain

Being abrasive is the only way

To make any visible change

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