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
Pay ten deaf ears for two months rent
We burn the gallows they erect
And cut the nooses they tie for our necks

You constantly make it impossible to make conversation
But I liked it the farther I get out
We passed it off, but it's all on us
And I liked 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

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

You constantly make it impossible to make conversation
And I liked it the farther I get out
We passed it off, but it's all on us
And I like it the farther I get out

You constantly make it impossible to make conversation
And I liked it the farther I get out
We passed it off, but it's all on us
And I like it the farther I get out