Verse 3: O Ne/Pluralis i put the walls at ease, so they dont have to speak for me i'll paint the cause on mighty walls so they can act the scenery when guns conducted history with people's hearttouching cries i didnt enjoy the symphony, i did it to mislead judgin eyes but the past outcasted me, thus robbing me of chastity time made it untouchable, so i project what i had to see and answer me, myself, knowing what i really should celebrate cruelties of the past will help to make tomorrow a better place It took time but one morning I woke up and realized And seeing why I can't even look you in the eyes I would've lied if I said i did things to change my past So some day I'll only got myself to bite in the ass Ackward lies will hostilise to the cost of lives cause tonight talk aside your mouth can scar you like the sharpest knife If I just appriciated people, yo my life wouldn't glitch But I wouldn't get my way, and that shoe sure don't fit
seperate me from your little open mics, please.