I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it’s a still night in my wind pipe
I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight
High off the law, drunk from my hate
I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight
High off the law, drunk from my hate
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