moving through this space and time
the world means nothing to me
my thought are of anger and pain
cause that's all i see
tradition tells me where
and my place to be
rusty are my thought of change
and they're something i need
if i face the grain
will i parish and die
in your eyes of hate
no answers, no why
will i get to break this mold
or keep on drifting down
i'm screaming for some sort of change
but i'm not making a sound
limit in time
limit in mind
limit in life
i'm stuck
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