All the quiet people, they begin to speak up
Release their attention, express their opinion
Timing it to reveal, they are the real majority
They are the real Mc’Coy, he’s not saying anything
He keeps it all in, no really he’s not
Really he is, God’s victim
Be quiet he is about to speak, the language of mumble
Filling his teeth, the people breathe in
The people fall down, what have they eaten
Was it candy or was it beef
Peeling the awe off of your tongue you’re leaving skin and teeth I love the way your mouth looks when you’re saying something weak.
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