Out Of My Hands

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Is it out of my hands? Not fucking yet. We worked so hard, won’t let you destroy it. Built this from the ground up, built this to last. You weren’t the first here and you won’t be the last. With every word you say I just grit my teeth, bite my tongue and wait to speak. The words you say and the way you think. You’re ignorant and it shows you’re weak.

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from S​/​T, released July 4, 2013

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