Roll it. 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
I got a little note in there that didn't belong.
Crimson flames run through my ears,
rolling high, mighty traps
Bounce with fire on flaming roads,
We'll meet on air, ten soon, said I
Proud knee, repeated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now
Half -wrapped prejudice, lethal
Ripped down all hate, I scream
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Ah, but I was so much shorter then
I'm younger than then now
Flung down by corpse evangel ists,
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now
A self -ordained professor's tongue
Was just equality in school
Equality, I spoke the word
I'm younger than I am now
In a soldier's stance I aim my hand
Fearing now that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion bolts
But I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now
Deceived me into thinking I
I couldn't bet I defined these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
And I'm younger than that now
Ah, but I was so much older then
And I'm younger than that now
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