Quarter To (Live)

Quarter to foreseen violence

When all the rage climbs out of the silence

This paper and pen

Always been the weapon of choice

Flavored in red

Tryin to keep from raising my voice

And I sing

Oh, oh

Now it’s quarter to two amidst all the silence

Fighting dawn on a page away from the violence

This paper and pen

Always been the weapon of choice

But it’s feathered in lead

Always second guessing my voice

So I’ll sing

Oh, oh

Finally home

Givin all that I know that’ll let me be

Seachin my soul for a word that’ll show

Just how much I see

But I sing

Oh, oh

I found a way to feel away

I finally found my way back home

I found a way to feel away

I finally found my way back home

Where I sing

Oh, oh