i can't stomach
anymore
of your marxist
pride...
yeah- I'm a cynic...
I know you think
I'm all innocence wrapped up
in naivete
but baby...
there are pieces
of me you've never seen...
i've thrown down
dragons taller than you
i've slayed demons more powerful
than your misguided pride...
and i know that 
it's my place to stand here 
and take this insubordination...
but...
feel this, baby...
this is my life beating here...
and you...
and your army
cannot even begin to hold me down...
I won't fit your little
prototype...
you cannot tame me...