Rock Singer

Let it go son you’re not a violent one
You’re speaking words that are speaking like you’re ten foot tall
I don’t blame you what else have you to do
When your life exists of covering up your own self truths
It’s down to nothing so come around to my front door
And face me
You’re at a loss for words rock singer
If it fills you up bring it on
How do you sleep with yourself
Do you feel the hatred open up some
You’ll find the difference from mouthing off
And shooting off your guns that are filled with blanks
Why do you scrape this you’re digging without a tool
You wish you had a line cover up your lack of truth
You said it
Feel that it’s authority think it’s a priority