In fits of rage And bouts of pain I recall all you said to me And I pound my fists Against your memory Till they bruise and bleed And I concede And you succeed In breaking me finally But in a twist of fate That's what it took to be freed
How much do you want How much do you need There's only so much I'm able to concede Talk means nothing When your silent Aggression is everything When your violent I stand alone In a crowd Nobody hears me I scream so loud In front of your face But never seen I'm so ***** You're so clean From the beginning Until the end Rigid and uncompromising You'll never bend
