let it go son you're not a violent one you're speaking words that are speaking like you're ten foot tall i don't blame you what else have you to do when your life exists of covering up your own self truths it's down to nothing so come around to my front door and face me you're at a loss for words rock singer if it fills you up bring it on how do you sleep with yourself do you feel the hatred open up some you'll find the difference from mouthing off and shooting off your guns that are filled with blanks why do you scrape this you're digging without a tool you wish you had a line cover up your lack of truth you said it feel that it's authority think it's a priority