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Brutal Youth

The hardest punch that I ever took Went straight to the heart & I threw up my guts I've never had to swallow so much blood before The hardest hit that

Each heavy sigh rings out like gunshots As the tension escalates Who needs a fucking balaclava When tears will streak and hide your face The daggers

You can't give up hope just because it's hopeless. You gotta hope even more, and cover your ears and go 'bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla!' And if you

The best cliches will always leave your stomach in knots Tried and true, that one's a classic Gives weight to every blow Fucking fantastic! So dry those

I know you're in there somewhere I can see it burning in your eyes I know you're in there somewhere stop telling me you've let that fire die Cut yourself

Throw a stone Throw another Fire a poem Slash a tire Raise a fist Raise your voice Raise a child Wear a mask Honor the martyrs Study the map Build

My dear heart, are you dead? Beat twice for 'no' Stop beating for 'yes' I'm tired, I'm broken, and yeah I'm a mess But I'll still press on and on I

1-2-3,2-2-3 The twitching impulses to speak your mind I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it Is it in that ugly place that's just behind

She'll fix you with an iron cross And cover you up with petals And hang you up with some amber beads And four or five precious metals And in that black