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The Fly
Caffeine and rage
To keep me alive
In a golden cage
With bars like knives.
Where are you at, Zach?
You searchin for ghosts?
Are you comin back?
Cos I'm not goin forth.
In what kinda struggle
You got your fist in?
In what kinda jungle
Is your people hidin?
Can you see the earth
Getting sick of itself?
It's always gettin worse
And never enough said.
Gotta have a hell of a spit,
Gotta have your arms up,
Gotta have the same spirit
That no hell can stop.
We got silence instead
Of your cold-blooded voice
But it still yells in my head
And it's still makin some noise.
D'you wanna sing or did the machine win?
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Just somethin I wrote, I improvised actually.
Dedicated to my man from RATM.
To keep me alive
In a golden cage
With bars like knives.
Where are you at, Zach?
You searchin for ghosts?
Are you comin back?
Cos I'm not goin forth.
In what kinda struggle
You got your fist in?
In what kinda jungle
Is your people hidin?
Can you see the earth
Getting sick of itself?
It's always gettin worse
And never enough said.
Gotta have a hell of a spit,
Gotta have your arms up,
Gotta have the same spirit
That no hell can stop.
We got silence instead
Of your cold-blooded voice
But it still yells in my head
And it's still makin some noise.
D'you wanna sing or did the machine win?
___________________________________________________
Just somethin I wrote, I improvised actually.
Dedicated to my man from RATM.
