I'm staying quiet
but I'm not meek
Looking down
I see my footprint
in the concrete
The steps to the
court are crumbling
I'm not tumbling
With the backswing
Whipping wind blowing
Hammer down
Pound after pound
Count my tears in your left hand
Look at nothing in your right
Wonder what I'm thinking
on this full moon night
I'm crouched down low now
Waiting for the final welt
Better dig down deep
Feel the concrete
I'd help you up
but you like rolling in the muck
Lie still while I swing
Hear my heart sing
You brought the hounds of Hell
to this fling
I'm gonna finish it
One final hit
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