Protest The Hero

I Am Dmitri Karamazov And The World Is My Father

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And so it starts from one impurity
Held in place by loveless security
Always thrown around
And beaten by squinted eyes
That soon bear turned back
Abstract views through
Broken bottles of brandy

I'm questioned all my life
Why I kept on saying
That I (didn't even ask to be here)
You made that choice for me
Enrolled me in your schools and church
And in your god-forsaken military

What cost do I pay for being born of you?
My life, enslaved by passions and held away from me

Who is my mother? Where is her grace?
Where is that subtle joy I crave?

It's gone
Or should I say never existed anyway

Through blurry winter clouds and snow melted by anger
My subscription, my addiction

If I had one love in this world

A pound of nuts is simply not enough to keep my rage at bay!
And though I didn't kill you
Like you tried to do to me
I'm just as guilty
Because I would have wanted to be free

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