Crawling (Live from Athens, 2009)

Turn my mic up louder, Ive got to say something
Lightweights stepping aside when we come in
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin
People on the street, they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
Jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme Im dumpin
Im healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming
Jump when they tell us that they want to see jump
**** that, I want to see some fists pumpin
I missed something, take back whats yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Cause Im sick of being treated like I have before
Like Im stupid standing for what Im standing for
Like this wars really just a different brand of war
Like it doesnt cater to rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you cant put gas in your tank
These ******* are laughing their way to the bank
And cashing their check, asking you
To have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
The rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In the living room, laughing, like, what did he say?
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Crawling in my skin，
These wounds they will not heal，
Fear is how I fall ，
Confusing what is real，
Theres something inside me that pulls beneath the surface，
Consuming confusing，
This lack of self control I fear is never ending，
Controlling I cant seem，
To find myself again，
My walls are closing in，
（Without a sense of confidence and Im convinced，
That its just too much pressure to take），
Ive felt this way before，
So insecure，…
Crawling in my skin，
These wounds they will not heal，
Fear is how I fall，
Confusing what is real，
Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me，
Distracting reacting，
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection，
Its haunting how I cant seem...
To find myself again，
My walls are closing in，
（Without a sense of confidence and Im convinced，
That its just too much pressure to take），
Ive felt this way before，
So insecure，…
Crawling in my skin，
These wounds they will not heal，
Fear is how I fall，
Confusing what is real，
Crawling in my skin，
These wounds they will not heal ，
Fear is how I fall，
Confusing confusing what is real，
Theres something inside me that pulls beneath the surface，
Consuming confusing what is real，
This lack of self control I fear is never ending，
Controlling confusing what is real，