you want me? i'm here, come and get me, right now
you can save all your knives as the old ones have not been pulled out
come and strike me and see if it hurts
i'll compare it to what's come before and i'll tell you what's worse
sticks and stones, broken bones, broken soul
ask my body if it's really scared of what your hands do hold
i was told once to never be scared
now i'm lost, now a cross between broken/prepared
when you try i will look in your eyes and i'll laugh
because you aren't built for what comes with the wrath
and as you walk away i will tell you, i'll say
"try again when your fate is your pain, your decay"
© 2004
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