brawl raze you want to know the truth of it? i don't have time for hate anymore. all that shit does is weigh me down while trying to claw out my eyes. and i need to see. all of it. everything that's in front of me, and all i've left behind. distance turns buildings to pebbles and people to insects. makes the past a painting that won't ever sell. i don't need a magnifying glass to see the shrunken scenery. what i've got rolling around inside of me will do just fine. as pretty as the sunsets over there might teach themselves to be after enough time spent studying the sad beauty of belligerence, i've no great desire to walk back that way. whatever might try to mangle what i've built myself up to be, i choose to fight with love. step to me, and you better have a fucking uzi if you aim to take me out. 220222 what's it to you? who go blather from