We all have things to hide. We know what has been tried.
The hard that we find is putting pen to paper.
I know I should expose everything that's inside.
But the question that plagues us is can we open our lives?
I lay it on the line, for all to see
This is how we strive for greatness.
Let's share our dark sides, this has to be our time.
This is our time.
I'll open my door with this I'll let you in.
Come one, come all.
This is our world, feel free to come along.
Come one, come all.
Robotic full of doubt
Let's get our frustration out
The microphones a weapon in conjunction with my mouth.
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