Brutus

Here I go
 Put back on trial
 A chance to fall in line
 A chance to change my mind
 All those times
 The wasted rage
 That I held inside
 I want to use it now
 If you push to hard
 You might get what you're after
 Already pushed too far
 Caught again
 In the lines of pressure
 I recognize the fear
 The urge to disappear
 Within I've died
 Many times still living
 I'm still standing here
 Stand and face the crowd
 I don't know about forgiving
 If forgive means forget
 Why these cuts are bleeding
 Do you care? Aren't you scared?
 Can they take your mind away?