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  1. Bandit

From the recording The Writer and the Written

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Lyrics

We all lie about our priorities
About the things we stand for the reasons that we breathe
I know that it's a difficult question
But rather than face it we run for the exits
And what do we create?
Our shame, society medicated
But I will not be ignored I'll make rhythm my weapon and words into swords

Brace yourselves for every time I've held my acid tongue
In moments between substance it is when I come undone
A liar's tale, but told for free
I'm speaking the truth
Unleashing the realest me
Why am I alive?
What am I waiting for?

You've met with a terrible fate haven't you boy?

They took the gold from in your eyes and scattered it to dust
Now I lay beneath your judging eye and conform to your lust
I change my face to suit your need like I am without form
I lose my name inside the role you force me to adorn

These words turn
Aiming at the very lips that spoke
I write them
Hoping they can save me from myself
I'm not wasting my time
Taking a life
My own creations always turn
The vitriol of this venomous voice
It's dividing sinew, it's shattering choice

Brace yourselves for every time I've held my acid tongue
In moments between substance it is when I come undone
A liar's tale, but told for free
I'm speaking the truth
Unleashing the realest me
Why am I alive?
What am I waiting for?