Cyborg Recollection 1: 'This Fist'

I don't want any more trouble I can feel my lungs getting strangled Would it be so hard to put me behind bars? Would it be over before I'm sober? Money or guns, I don't know which one Is it global or is it personal? Can it be so hard to have fun on my guard? Is it me or am I falling fast off the line? When in doubt or dream, my whole life's passing by A mindless robot is not what I'd buy A robot is a friend a machine will condemn I'll drop dead before I become the average person This one asks a negative question And this one drops a negative opinion If they saw what and all I stood for They'd take away my toys and thorns Come on, come out, yeah; I'm being all floored You break me further? I'll give you UPROAR Fist; this fist This fist; this fist Can this just be over now so I can be free? To rush into the action and live a life of peace My life's not your medicine; instead, it's your morality Don't waste it, don't waste it; I've given all that I can Don't wait for my fuse to blow, just take it as a sign to slow Some memories just fade away; for how long, I can't say If you can see inside my head, then there is nothing to be said But never will this come true; So don't let this fall on you This fist This fist; this fist This fist; this fist This fist; this fist