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Take a trip, step outside of this fishbowl life
Voice recalls, ceramic youth in pots of broken truth
I feel the rage, comin' off of the stage
I feel the rage, comin' off of the page
I feel the...
Make a wish, clear your mind, let the years rewind
Poets pain battles fame and becomes its slave
I feel the rage, comin' off of the stage
I feel the rage, comin' off of the page
I feel the...
Open mouth, open grave, nothing left to say
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