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Call me a faggot, I'm a nigger, I'm a paki, I'm a spic,
but I'll never be you, so at least I’ll never be a prick -
all talk, no substance; words in abundance,
but do you ever back them up? They're redundant.

Now you've gotten your wish, and the spotlight's on you
just like you wanted, but you've frozen up.
All of a sudden, you don't look so tough.
Looks like I called your bluff.

Because when it's you against me and my word against yours,
if I were you I would have picked a better word
than calling me a faggot in a room of our peers:
the bitches; sudacas; the kikes; the queers.

So have you ever been knocked on your back by a faggot?
I guess you haven't.
Well you're about to learn what it's like when you
get what's coming to you.

You said what you said,
You thought you'd beaten me down

but guess what, you only brought out the faggot in me.
You only laugh at other people's expense and that doesn't sit right with me.
So now this faggot's going to go and put you in your place,
and this room of reprobates will knock you off your perch.

Now, I won't offer my hand when you drop, I'll watch you fall to the ground
for every time you made fun of my name, or how I've painted my nails or how my accent sounds.

I'd try and make like it doesn't affect me,
just another day, another feeling neglected,
as I'd lay awake, asking what I'd done
in another life to deserve this one.
I can't believe you made me think there was something wrong with me.

But there ain't nothing you could say that could ever make me lose my way,
and I know there will come a time when you regret what you've said today.
And that'll haunt you more than any black eye ever could,
it'll teach you more than any bust lip ever would.
I wouldn't act this out, no, I was raised much better than that.
You want to make fun of where I'm from? Well that's fine, I'm proud.
It may have taken me twenty years to grow into this skin,
but it fit, so I bit, if I'm a faggot, I’m a faggot, but it's still my skin.

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from Clock Hands, released July 19, 2013

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Hands Of A Saviour London, UK

Machine-gun vocals, dissonant grooves and heavy, technical metalcore from North London, England.

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