Reproach envelopes me. A hierarchy through violence - street
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society.
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Street society. I voice my contempt.
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Convinced of my immunity.
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Yet on a smaller scale, in my conflicted world, my resistance is
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stretched.
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You sense and provoke.
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You mock and degrade my friends and aims, tempting drastic actions -
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baiting me.
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My shame turning, turning to rage!
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Twisting the knot inside, the final strains of restraint discharged.
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Acceleration of loathing, driving my physical force.
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The shameful act, the feelings of angst, I considered myself
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incapable.
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Lay blame with me for the "bastard" that I am, (you're) too stupid
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to understand the scars your cruel words inflict.
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Cause and Effect (Part 2)
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