Boy Sets Fire

My mouth is full of your inspiration
Cut me, size me down for your regulation
Nothing stands so close to driving
Nothing gets intense (stand down)or biting (stand down)
Nothing stands in the way (stand down)
It's all right, your walls are still white
Location is everything, or so it seems
Stand down
Writing down all your "wrongs" and "rights"
In a book you call your own
Silence kills the revolution
All that remains stagnant dies
Submission is your resolve
They've given you all the calls
Sucker punched again
Blind