I Am the Dragged
Sarcasm now i know some eye brows are
raised to never be up
Right hooked to
schooled was always
out by choice
kept my opinion to my
voice
The lowest for of
Whit mean what in Scotland
see how i misformed the form
i am the dragged a
long long ago's we had
time for me to
Go but you cant
stay out of the
shadows at the back of my
mind how you
one of the others wants its
turn my hand that
played with
Fire everything you have
got to be certain
one of you made the
on shoulders of giants
i stand with running spike
shoo i'm gone
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