metalfan#3

What is the Third Estate?


I'm a war prisoner sans legs and I'm mighty poor
I'm a starving young kid and I'm yearning for more
I'm a broken bottle smashed on the nursery room floor
yet comfort escapes me

If I get the hell out of this town I think I just might
take a deep breath and join in on the fight
'Cause Big Brother always said step into the light
And that makes me nervous

All these people with no reason to talk to me,
they're talking to me.

All these people I am.
Can you feel it in your bones?
Can you stand up and shout and try to atone?
Does the mighty judgment ever really hit home,
when you're never really home at all?
Because I'm never really home at all.

I'm the knife resting in your trench coat pocket
I'm the fear you can't escape when you go out walking
You're the constant faithful that won't ever stop talking -
and I'm waiting for my turn to speak
you see I'm waiting for the inheritance of the button-down meek
weakness pleases but only on days of the week
and those same people are impossible to please

So I think I'm just going to let it go.

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The name's Kory




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