A pair of fists, the cure for their secret hand shakes but maybe I'm wrong and It's time for plan B.
The little that we know will get us allot of trouble when we cant take one sided rumble.
Gotta get it of my chest but when I fit among the rest.
I understand resistance is futile.
But I did nothing that justified my destiny
The only crime I did I'd rather to be me
Gotta lay off my negative baggage,
But I don’t know where don’t know when don’t know how.
We know nothing
A plan b we need I plan b or else we're doomed.
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