Lyrics: Verse 1: Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen? It's ink that lies, the pen, the page, the paper. I live, I learn. You will always take what I have earned. And so aid my end while I believe I'm winning. Pre-chorus 1: Our friends speak out in our defense. I pay ten deaf ears for two months rent. We burn they gallows they erect, and cut the nooses they tie for our necks. Chorus: You constantly make it impossible to make conversation. Keep us comatose but audible. And (xguitar.com)