Shaded Summer

Run with it

Knives come from all different directions

Who's mouth is it coming from

Throw down all of this and come to the true design

This is what you say to me

I don't care anymore

Take the fist out of your mouth and

Run with it

Sweat pours down

But spit comes from all different directions

These times that try men's souls

Are a thorn to the side

But we still have to be a part of a true design

Take the fist out of your mouth and run with it

I remember the times you said we weren't a part of it

Shaded areas