Crawling - Live from Athens, 2009

Hey
 Turn my mic up louder
 I got to say something
 Lightweights stepping aside
 When we came in
 Feel it in your chest
 The syllables get pumping
 People on the street
 They panic and start running
 Words on loose leaf
 Sheet complete coming
 I jump on my mind
 I summon the rhyme I'm dumping
 Healing the blind
 I promise to let the sun in
 Sick of the days ways
 We march to the drumming
 Jump when they tell us
 That they want to see jumping
 Fuck that, I want to see some fist pumping
 Risk something
 Take back what's yours
 Say something that you know
 They might attack you for
 'Cause I'm sick of being treated
 Like I had before
 Like it's stupid standing for
 What I'm standing for
 Like this war is really just
 A different brand of war
 Like it doesn't cater the rich
 And abandon poor
 Like they understand you
 In the back of the jet
 When you can't put gas in your tank
 These fuckers are laughing their way
 To the bank and cashing their check
 Asking you to have compassion
 Have some respect
 For a leader so nervous
 In an obvious way
 Stuttering and mumbling
 For nightly news to replay
 And 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, oh
 There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
 Consuming
 Confusing
 This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
 Controlling
 I can't seem
 To find myself again
 My walls are closing in (without a sense of confidence)
 (I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
 I've 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'll stand beside my own reflection
 It's haunting
 How I can't seem
 To find myself again
 My walls are closing in (without a sense of confidence)
 (I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
 I've 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
 There's 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