I haven't figured it out yet
Can't tell when hypocrites become a threat
I am in the belief that it is all fine
Isn't a smile a good sign?
I have been chewed up and spit out
Left a bad taste in your mouth
You have pushed me around
I won't lick my own wounds
You keep the upper hand
I won't kneel down
You speak with a forked tongue
Try to entice the young
To follow your wicked path
It just fuels my wrath
I won't kneel down
I draw the line there
But where do you, where?
