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