LYRIC

It’s the name of the game
It’s the meaning of shame
It’s the thought that you hate
When you’re placing the blame
It’s the waiving of bait
All the pieces of eight
It’s the right that feels wrong
It’s the meaning of hate
Now that you said it I’m not gonna let it
Now that you did it won’t get to me
Now that you said it I’m not gonna let it
Now that you did it this fist for free
It’s the saving of face
It’s the falling from grace
It’s the blood that flows free
And we all get a taste
It’s the dream yet to be
But is your dream for me
I’m not sure that you know
But your inside I see
Now that you said it I’m not gonna let it
Now that you did it won’t get to me
Now that you said it I’m not gonna let it
Now that you did it this fist for free
It’s the cake that you want
But the kind you won’t eat
Its how low will you go
Its control of the meek
Enemy, enemy
Dump your shit all over me
All over me
Now that you said it I’m not gonna let it
Now that you did it won’t get to me
Now that you said it I’m not gonna let it
Now that you did it this fist for free
This fist for free

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